At that very moment, everyone who saw the light refracted by the Red Butterfly's dual wings lost consciousness.
The God of Dreams tore off the blindfold silk ribbon—for it had been soaked through with wine, exuding a nauseating odor. She tossed the ribbon aside along with her soiled outer robe, and a ball of flame suddenly flared up, reducing the garment to ashes.
"I am here."
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