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I can't remember that I used my mana.
Aesthelia's eyes roamed, scanning her dark surroundings. Torches are numerously hung; it seems that this place is well-maintained. When Aesthelia sees metal bars, she knows exactly where they are. She can't help but think of something worse, because the last time she was in the dark, something very traumatic happened.
"It's an underground dungeon, isn't it?" Aesthelia asked. She has a phobia of the dark because there's nothing scarier than vampires rising to power. She appears to have gotten used to it by now, despite how difficult it is.
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