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... e cracked ground. The rotten stench of the Goblin King’s corpse had already faded from the room, and so had the dark mist.
The reason he stared so intently at the ground, as if trying to pry it open, was the sensation currently rushing through him.
It was not unpleasant in any way; he could even say it was quite refreshing. However, because of how foreign the sensation felt, he could not think straight. Moreover, he felt as though taking even a single step forward would shatter t ...
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