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... p> In a space that no longer has a name, in a place where time has stopped defining presence, Fitran and Beelzebub stand again, wrapped in a deep silence.
But now—there are no roles, no teachers, no students. No demons, no saviors. Just two souls who have opened themselves entirely, adrift in the brink of uncertainty, yet still enduring in existence.
Their bodies are touched by warm light, flowing gently like a river of night shimmering under the moonlight. Fitran drips his essen ...
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