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As the devil summoning kept progressing, the basement turned into a nightmarish scene.
Somehow the devilish mana was contained inside the magic circle, but the aura it emanated spread all across the room.
It was unbearable! It felt like they were drowning inside a pool of rotten eggs. But Seraphine didn't care about any of that. No, she worried about him instead.
Jack was still in there, and god knows what suffering he was facing!
On the side, both Igor and the florist were sighing as one would at a funeral. Their eyes were full of sorrow and pity as they looked at the magic circle.
But then they hardened their gazes, seemingly preparing for a fight. They definitely knew something!
Jack had instructed them not to talk or move. Seraphine grabbed a coarse paper from her inventory and sent a plane-shaped message toward the NPCs. She needed answers ASAP!
Over the ages, so many died for love. Whether it is romantic love, family love, or just friendship. Some believe that cutting all ties is for the best. But they fail to realize that doing so also means dying as they become unfeeling revenants.
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