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... something was making noise.

*Crack!*

It seemed like something was cracking.

The cavernous passage quivered repeatedly, accompanied by a constant roar that filled the air, signaling the unrest in this place.

But all of this had been completely abandoned by Riezel, automatically dismissed, overlooked, and cast aside.

Wrapped in the garment of the wind, he focused entirely on the enemy before him, with eyes that saw nothing else.

Whether it was his ac ...

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