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ㅤ ㅤㅤ11K / ECHO OF THE HORRORLAIR.
     Are you willing to explore through 'Horrorlair'?

ㅤ ⟢        A cave located near the coldest undisclosed area of Nefarith. The echoes of a thousand reveries echo through Horrorlair, as for what happened inside.. only the Wendigos would know.

Let each fallen take care of the rest. Never walk alone through the cave. Unless you're seeking for the most gruesome death besides Nethergate. The air is thick, and the stench of rotten flesh is even thicker. #Nachtlied.
  

ECHO OF THE HORRORLAIR: COUPLE VER. / 16K.

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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12K / BIBLIOSMIA.
    ㅤThe capital Mitgliedliste, of Hoffenheim.

ㅤ ⟢        Well-known hobby of the principal is reading, and so—every evening, each fallen would wrote their experience, hope, imaginations, deep into a book, slowly going across the reality.

They have been abandoned, but their experience, hope, and all their imaginations are preserved in the library of Mitgliedliste, the capital of Hoffenheim, in Nefarith. Secret lies above the capital, but no one could discover what. #Nachtlied.
  

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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ10K / BLOODSTAINED OATH.
  ㅤㅤㅤㅤEach oath is bloodstained here.

ㅤ ⟢        Introducing you the place where absolute suffering is a thing: the hill of Convallis, a place where thousands—if not, billions of fallens have been killed. Their cause of death are unknown. The remnants of every fallens and angels here slowly turns and bloom into a garden of flowers. Subsequently, a bud and unknown sharp rock keeps appearing.

“A place where one would be sickened by the world once they stepped in, and one tried to make beauty out of that lingering sickness.”
The sanctuarium keepers there yearns for the same. They weep week after week, mourning and chanting an oath to stop the continuing deaths for lives they never known had existed before.

Seems like Convallis is not a safe place either. #Nachtlied.
  

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ㅤ ㅤㅤ8K / PRAIRIE OF THE CONVALLIS.
  ㅤㅤA land the principal bestow upon us.

ㅤ ⟢        A land made by the principal for every fallen to live in. The Devizes river is flowing through Convallis, therefore making Convallis the most worth living country among every country, even one like Hoffenheim—Convallis surpassed Hoffenheim in an aspect of habitability, the capital Mitgliedliste too.

“As long as you weren't planning to be visiting the hill located in the south of Convallis. Convallis serve as a border between hell and Nefarith, dear one.” #Nachtlied.
  

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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ14K / WIND AEGIS.
  ㅤㅤㅤA tower made to help every fallen.

ㅤ ⟢        The aegis tower is made to extract a significant element and make that element to be available to use. The wind aegis, infact, is made for those fallens who lived in a coastal place (Li'Ivoire as an example) that's close to drowning at any moment. The wind aegis helped their messages to be delivered through the capital incase they needed help.

This device weren't made and arrived from the principal, but rather—the fallen who specializes in their own fields and trying to make something useful for once. #Nachtlied.
  

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ㅤ ㅤㅤ10K / GROTESQUERIE GARDEN.
 ㅤㅤStand in your fear. Feel the fire ahead.

ㅤ ⟢        Vernalius, a place where ███████ hides in, and where █████ ████ being hides, living █████ spotted.. managing █tbreak. Erasing an operation: complete.

“No information is available about this place beside the errors and the decade old operation.” #Nachtlied.
  

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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ8K / QUANTIZATION.
ㅤInformation that's given had reached the limit.

ㅤ ⟢        Wait for more updates.

“What are your plans, Luci?”
“Sinners cannot be choosers, Ephraim.”
#Nachtlied.
  

ㅤㅤ[ SOLANEFA—SUBOPTIMAL ERROR. ]

MAY YOU REST IN PEACE.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤSOLEMN CURE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #BASILICA.ㅤㅤ 15K.

The sacred dreams and rage that burns in us, everything is frozen halt with numb epiphany. Sing us a lullaby, lull us in your embrace, saint of the law. Alas, the sympathy that dwells inside you are burning low. “Free is where your soul is crowned, the land is fields of surrender. The wind seeks in search of answers, long on a road sans idea of where it came.” This saying comes along with countless wishes of the lost souls.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ BARRENLAND.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #HEXENKONIG. ㅤ11K.

The sacred dreams and rage that burns in us, everything is frozen halt with numb epiphany. Sing us a lullaby, lull us in your embrace, saint of the law. Alas, the sympathy that dwells inside you are burning low. “Free is where your soul is crowned, the land is fields of surrender. The wind seeks in search of answers, long on a road sans idea of where it came.” This saying comes along with countless wishes of the lost souls.
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