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In Asgard's sky, countless spatial rifts opened through orange magic circles slowly closed. The anguished screams of the dimensional demons unwilling to lose their food were like the shrieks of humans before death, especially terrifying, horrifying, resentful, and desolate. Requests, pleas, entreaties, begging on their knees—after every undignified word proved useless, endless curses, maledictions, and raging abuse were hurled at the caster who had opened and closed the spatial rifts.