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... nearby.

Daoisto himself wasn't an eldritch entity at all.

When faced against Eryndor, whose fundamental existence stood at the peak of hierarchy, his eyes inadvertently displayed a hint of fear.

Realm nine was the final realm in all power systems. Be it for anomalies or the eight power systems.

Eldritch entities were those who stood at the peak even amongst the ninth realm.

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