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... h gleaming red eyes and soft screeches that revealed its dark and razor-sharp teeth.

It was trapped in this damned location for who knew how long and had come to terms with it. Seeing two intruders in its home made the void creature feral.

This space the creature called home would have appeared dark to a normal person's eyes. However, as powerful hunters with awakened senses, this place was more impressive than it sounded.

The vast amounts of different magical energies mi ...

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