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... ere covered with layers of gray powder.


The powder was a result of years of weathering after the crumbling of bones.


In the middle of this world was a marsh. Instead of mud, the marsh was filled with sticky liquid that resembled flesh and blood.


This was where the Punishment of Extreme Hell was. It was filled with the aura of evil, decay, savagery, and death.


In ancient times, before the Heaven Fey City was established, the land where it was locate ...

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