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The darkness, swirling like dust carried by the wind, stretched out like a hand, gently caressing the tears on her cheek.

“Come to me, love, don’t be afraid. Move forward, Celine,” she thought she heard, and at last, she took the first step, then the second, and the third—finally stepping into the territory under the vampire prince's control.

Always clinging to her like a parasite, Merkall followed closely, ensuring his spell remained active within Celine at all times.

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