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Ah— Eleven blue elf girls almost simultaneously spat out a mouthful of black blood, their eyes' lifeless look faded away at the same time, yet not a trace of color remained on their lovely faces. The filth within the spiritual imprint was cleansed, as painful as a slash to the heart, and even with the life-nourishing melody of "Forgetful Machine" helping them, their already fragile bodies had weakened to the most dangerous extent. Although a bit of liveliness returned to their hollow and deathly gazes, what they felt was life slipping away. Their heartstrings vibrated with the music, seemingly on the verge of snapping at any moment.
