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... Ophelia's carriage thundered down the twisting forest path, wheels rattling as the horses galloped at full tilt. Flanking the carriage, the knights ran seemingly with unlimited stamina, with golden light radiating from their open palms. Their expressions were focused and not a single one displayed signs of exhaustion.

Inside the carriage, Ophelia sat with one hand clutching the edge of her seat to steady herself, her gaze piercing as she stared into the dark forest around her, her mind ...

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