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Collapsed on the stone steps, Kathleen waited for a long time.
Gradually, she opened her eyes, touched her own body, and found that there were no injuries.
"An illusion?" She looked around the hall but found it empty.
She clearly remembered a powerful being with Holy Light Power preparing to kill her just moments before.
"Could it be that I've been here so long I'm having hallucinations?" Kathleen murmured to herself.
Yet the swords and blunt weapons scattered on the ground seemed so real.
"Kathleen, shouldn't you give me a proper explanation?" Just as Kathleen thought it was all an illusion, a mocking voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
Kathleen's eyes shrank in shock, and her expression became animated.
She turned around quickly and then froze in place.
At this moment, lounging on the genuine leather sofa, was a figure.
He had a stunningly handsome face beyond the ordinary, holding in his hand a wine glass with cherry-red liquid trickling slowly inside.
