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In the seemingly endless darkness, the faintly glowing disc illuminated the path ahead.
The blood-colored paper butterflies fluttered their wings, flying into the depths of darkness, with two figures, one large and one small, quickly following behind.
In that silent darkness, the sharp sounds of gnawing and chewing occasionally resounded, like deathly incantations, echoing in the ears of the two companions.
The red-haired woman held the round disc tightly in her hands, carefully following the trajectory of the butterflies' flight through the darkness at a brisk pace.
There was no platform or ground beneath her feet, just a void of nothingness.
After jumping down from the church's exterior, she did not fall into the tranquil darkness outside; instead, it was as if she was being pulled by some peculiar force, floating upwards.
