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... s a white, dry forest.

In the woods, the skeletons of various insects can be seen everywhere.

It can be seen that there should be a very long time here, and there is no entry.

As soon as Sartre walked, the breeze brought countless dead bones into powder.

There is nothing useful in this forest!

Under the erosion of time, many things have lost their effectiveness.

However, on the ground covered with corpses, Sartre still sensed a change in energy.

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