In the back chambers of the Golden Light Holy Palace, on the third level of the Wasteland, a stunningly beautiful young spirit dressed in azure robes stood nervously, her hands trembling as she fidgeted like a frightened rabbit.
Behind her, a handsome male spirit in purple-gold robes paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his expression unusually grim.
After a long while, unable to bear the oppressive silence any longer, the beautiful spirit finally spoke.
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