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The fog churned, occasionally sparking multicolored electrical flowers upon collision before they extinguished once more.
Through the fog, Zheng Ling led Chen Shuyun forward until suddenly a bizarre tract of magma appeared before them.
The magma rolled like flesh and blood, emitting a blinding radiance.
Zheng Ling abruptly plunged into it with Chen Shuyun.
Unexpectedly, their vision cleared, and they found themselves upon a hill.
The hill felt soft underfoot, covered everywhere with dense, brown grass-like fur.
No, this was fur!
Chen Shuyun realized they were atop the head of a gigantic deer, looking up to see a pair of massive antlers towering into the sky.
From the antlers, drooped curving roots resembling puppet strings, suspending a familiar figure beneath.
Lin An.
At that moment, Lin An's arms were raised, as if waving at the sky, touching trails of something unseen.
