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... nce they were all holding hands, everyone else ended up kneeling as well. They breathed heavily, as if they had just returned to the land of the living, so moved they almost wanted to cry.

They weren’t exaggerating; they had just endured one of the most nauseating Trials-the Blind Sight Trial, constructed by the Demi-God of Blind Sight.

Even now, they had no idea what the main theme of the Blind Sight Trial was, but they had experienced the curse firsthand: sensory deprivation! < ...

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