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The tendrils on his severed arm writhed, intertwined, and murmured:
"You think you can run?"
The tendrils on its face twisted together, shaping into a perplexing, unidentifiable desire pattern. It was preparing to utilise the power of Joy Street to uncover the perpetrator, but all it discovered was...
A complete void!
As if it had never existed.
Even at a giant level, it would be impossible to deceive the power of Joy Street...
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