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Ilyhan grabbed the man's wrist with a firm grip and, with a newfound strength, pulled the dagger away from his chest. He waited until his eyes readjusted and looked around him, as if seeing the world for the first time.

The Priest was gawking at him; the girl who was next to him had dropped the pillow she was holding in awe. He smiled but paid them little attention; his mind was filled by only one thing and he would do it. His mission, the one whispered to him in that bright place he had gone after… It was strange; he didn't know how he had gotten there, although he remembered exactly what had happened before he had entered that realm. He shrugged it aside; it made no difference.