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"Oh no..." Ana said, clutching her head.
"He's dead? Like, actually dead?" Pratha said, in disbelief. She'd hated him for all time, but that was just the lore. They were actually decent friends, after all.
"Shouldn't he be a ghost now?" Crython said, wondering what had happened to her father. "Where did he go?" Pratha said, starting to freak out.
"I don't know!" Ana said, getting overwhelmed. Being in this form didn't help anything.
"So he's not only dead in the lore?" Crython said, starting to realize what had just happened.
"Aren't you supposed to protect us?" Margs said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
"How did you even get in the Plore zone?" Ana said, starting to turn back to her normal form.
"I just did." Margs replied, obviously not spilling how she had gotten there.
"Come on, go back." Ana said, back in her normal form as her cyan eye glowed and Margs disappeared, back in the Dlore zone.
The magic worked this time, thankfully. Hopefully this wouldn't ever happen again.
Ooooooo Ana killed Hranteeee. But the art looks so bad, I'm sorryyyy. Hope you liked it!
