[509] The Headwind of Evil (3) The loathing faded from Erga’s face as she glared at Julu in heavy silence. Trilllll. With a cute little sound, the tiny monster vanished, and Julu rose to her feet. Circulation. If she stopped even for a moment, she would be sucked once more into a bottomless abyss; so she vented the malice surging...
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