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... his sleep. His eyelashes fluttered for a moment before his eyelids fully opened, revealing his inky, black eyes that were slightly dazed.

"I must've really passed out after that challenging ordeal with the Withering Devils."

Val thought as he yawned and stretched, feeling the tension in his muscles release and a sense of renewed energy course through his body. It was like his system was rebooting, shaking off the lingering exhaustion and mental fog from the grueling experiences h ...

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