With all the energy left in him, Ivan stood up staggeringly and watched the dark-red ring with caution as he retreated slowly and carefully.His wounds hurt, so he could not rush and could only retreat very slowly, putting a distance between himself and the ring. Ivan looked around skeptically, with the thought that maybe someone was playing tricks on him. But even after looking around, he found nothing, making him even more suspicious.The dark-red ring remained still on the ground, and he also stared at it vigilantly.His breath became shallow and fast, his palms sweat-soaked, and his muscles tense. Ivan's heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears like a war drum.A shiver ran down his spine, and his eyes darted nervously from side to side, looking for any signs or recognizable sights that could offer a feeling of solace or comfort, to tell him that he was just imagining things. But there was nothing of the sort.The obscure can feel like a tremendous, dull void, pre
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