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Flashback to a few minutes ago.

Fluctuating rays of therapeutic light fell on Second Last's burned and shattered body while she laid in the huge pit, enjoying the cold wind.

When Second Last's fingers trembled slightly, she gradually regained her consciousness and was greeted by a sense of warmth that resembled the comfort of being in the hot spring water, instead of the icy cold gust of wind.

The sacred light of Blessing lasted for a long time, radiating bursts of menace over her.

When the crisp and sweet sounds of Bell filled the air from time to time, her mangled flesh began to heal gradually, awakening her senses.

The gloomy pair of eyes opened slowly and she felt like she was wandering alone in a wonderful and dreamy paradise. However, all that could be heard were ghostly wails and the sounds of fighting.

The focus in her gloomy eyes was slowly restored and she tried her best to move her head while murmuring in agony.