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... xhausted even his last bit of strength.
It was okay. He was still fine.
The injuries on the back of his hand were sc.r.a.ped and b.u.mped, mixed with sand and gravel, causing pain that felt like his brain was on fire. But the stronger this pain, the more comforting it was—it meant that he, the one who had activated [Pocket Dimension Setting], was still alright, not drawn into the pocket dimension.
He turned his head to glance at the consular officer not far away.
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