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... ooking at an unfamiliar blurry ceiling. This wasn't the skulls and bones of her dark castle in the abyss, she couldn't smell the rancid scent of rot and ash. Silence, not a single soul is crying, screaming, or weeping outside.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes as memories quickly flooded her mind. She wasn't recovering from a normal injury, but having her whole body recreated. It takes time to fully wake up.
After a second of adjusting to this new body, her vision finally cleared out. ...
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