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... is..."

Azrail muttered alongside Adria while Valencia looked at the list with a frowning face.

"This complicates some things."

She muttered, to which Azrail asked.

"How the hell did some of them get here?"

To this question, Nayan just shrugged his shoulder as he spoke.

"As you know, in the dark, I have dealings with several powerful factions, realms, and pantheons. When they find something they can't understand, they send it to me. And above that, ...

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