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This deep pit was almost a smooth vertical cylinder, meaning that in order to delve deeper, one could only jump down.

Sterl expanded his senses to the fullest, attempting to examine what lay beneath the mist, but the mist had a powerful isolating force, and he couldn't see through it at all.

Not only that, but there was another characteristic of the Eternal Light World—it forbade flight.

This wasn't some sort of sealing ability, but rather a concept: the concept of ...

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