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... ter of the room, surrounded by nine different oil paintings. Each of these paintings depicted an incomprehensible scene.
"I've made all the preparations. The ritual can begin at any moment." Kean murmured to himself.
With his words, a cold wind swept through the room.
This gust of wind blew one of the oil paintings directly in front of Kean.
Kean buried his face into the painting without hesitation.
Immediately, a violent blue flash erupted throughout the ...
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