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“Yes, but I’d like to point out that this is probably where the giant magical hydra came from,” Chassanah butted in. “What if there are more of them inside? What if there are worse things waiting for us? We shouldn’t be reckless.” Daimen nodded. “Yes, Chassanah is right. We lost too much here as it is. I want to hire more fighters before we try to set foot inside.” “I’d like to stay here for a while and study the entrance point for a bit,” Zorian said, frowning. “Something doesn’t feel right about this.” “Fine. But don’t do anything before consulting me! Look, but don’t touch.” Zorian nodded. Over the next two hours he scrutinized the pocket dimension entrance while paying attention to the way his marker reacted to it. He also asked Daimen to teach him whatever spells he had used to c

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