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... > The third morning of our expedition.

The advance party was gradually making its way through the morning mist that blanketed the entire area before the crack of dawn.

Kyun.

Ponta was sitting on my head and scratching her neck with her hind leg as she yawned.

Eventually, we found ourselves on top of a hill that overlooked a grassy field that sat beside a large, crystal clear lake.

However, simply calling it a lake just didnt seem to do the enormous body of ...

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