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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source
Concealed beneath the protective cover of the turtle shell shield, Wyatt remained alert, attuned to the discourse unfolding around him. Before him stood the imposing figures of the Elder Anesthesia Dragon and the colossal muscular devil, engaged in a tense exchange of words. Despite the Dragon's evident fury, it hesitated to make the first move. On the other hand, the muscular devil exuded an air of indifference, displaying no inclination towards aggression as if it had stumbled upon a long-lost affection. Wyatt observed them with a mixture of apprehension and fascination.
