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Vraxlon's loose hair was blown by a wind before he responded, the crown itself seemed to gleam the colors at that moment. A real wind. And I couldn't contain the sigh, I couldn't contain the simple tilt of my head towards the sky, because I needed to breathe as much as I could from that fresh air. The first since my arrival in hell. Tilting my head and letting that wind enter my nostrils was the most pleasurable act than anything I have felt in life. My lungs moaned in thanks.

"It's magic, majesty," he replied, and I was forced to open my eyes, because I had closed them to inebriate me with the feeling of fresh air. There was a malicious smile on his lips, and maybe it was the energy of that place that made me feel a very strange tingling at the apex of my thighs. "An illusion to cover the fire of our world and purify its air. In addition to being a trick to make the human souls who fall here more easily seduced, and accept to be enslaved much more willingly.”

Now that he spoke, I cou
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