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The three users were scattered away into light… and dozens of skeletons holding spears celebrated their victory.

"Ah…!"

At that moment, Louise's eyes shook.

Among the monsters that were scattered away, there was a skeleton she'd become familiar with.

"You…!"

She quickly ran and grabbed the skeleton's head.

It was the skeleton guard that had given a skewer to her.

Its bones were scattered away, and it was about to vanish away into light.

It was ...

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