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In D9, there was absolutely nothing interesting, only the ascetic dwelling of Ganba. There were no passages to other parts of the dungeon either. However, a tear flowed from the red eye of Gigasord, for some reason. - ...
—Here we are... —Dorr scratched his head, turning the oval map over several times. —I see, I see, buddy. You're still there. Particles of everyone you were made from. This is the place where we first met, remember? Do you feel anger, rage, pain, sadness now? For the fact that we have desecrated the natural harmony to such an extent? You, all these lands? I would like to tell you that I have repented since that battle. That I have changed. That I have become different. That you can be sure that when it's all over, I will give your distorted shell the peace it deserves. That every person who has defiled Ikazkan will be held accountable and punished accordingly. But all of that would be a lie. And you don't believe me, do you? People irrevocably change everything around them, except themselves, ha-ha. Okay, let's go, I'm feeling philosophical today.