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... wall, the warlock grabbed Nihilor and threw him inside with them.

As Dante quickly entered the building, the pisaca instantly attacked him with its body fully encased in flames. Nonetheless, the warlock flung Nihilor across and hit the pisaca before it could get to him.

"Hahah…" Dante chuckled—a laugh that only Camille and Trinity were able to hear from his microphone.

The warlock was enjoying himself, avoiding the flames of the pisaca while simultaneously using Nihilor l ...

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