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... looked confused.
=This… What is this?!=
Gramiel shouted.
=Stop… Stop it!=
Gramiel’s will echoed everywhere over time. The split and cracked space distorted even in chronological order. Among the things recognizable in this space, the only thing that existed unbroken and intact was the Song of Chaos’ tentacle and the songs it sang.
I listened to numerous tunes.
The mouth, which looked like a bird’s beak protruding from the tentacle, sang the saga of t ...
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