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... est inn, Anvis sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly practicing his meditation.
The crisp silver moonlight enveloped his body like water, subtly nourishing his spirit.
In the midst of it all, Anvis suddenly saw a blurred vision.
Within the pitch-black dungeon, a naturally-dressed, translucent figure was completely enshrouded by a mass of squirming, pink tentacles.
The figure’s face was too hazy to discern clearly.
Logically speaking, from his perspective, h ...
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