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The Spirit Realm enjoyed warm spring weather throughout the year. Puffy white clouds floated lazily across the sky beneath a gentle sun, and the temperature remained a pleasant twenty-six degrees Celsius. It was truly a paradise; not too hot, not too cold.
Laghaim stood before a full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. She wore a new white dress, lovingly crafted stitch by stitch from Yala’s thread over the course of a week. After examining her appearance for a while, Laghaim spun in place. The skirt of the dress fluttered gently.
Someone entered the Spirit Realm, a man exuding no energy or presence whatsoever. He scanned his surroundings and moved toward Laghaim, who stood in the middle of a green field in front of the mirror.
“Ah, hello, Master,” Laghaim said, deliberately tugging at the hem of her skirt before letting it go.
She blinked at Do-Jun with an innocent smile that carried a hint of expectation. After staring at her for a moment, Do-Jun took a seat in a chair.
Laghaim hoped to show off how beautifully the dress had turned out, but she felt a bit let down. She let out a small,...
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