Just as the two sides were about to clash, a beam of light fell between them.
A figure suddenly materialized out of thin air, skirts fluttering in the wind, and a cascade of fine, long black hair tangled in the gale.
[Host, big sister, we finally made it out.] And the Host's hair—it seemed a bit strange! Could it be that even I, a system, am starting to see things?
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