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... less, finally began to show signs of surrender. The giant trees with twisting roots gave way to thinner, sparser vegetation. Sunlight, which previously had to fight to the death to penetrate the canopy, now spilled generously, warming their skin.
Dayat dragged his feet. His legs felt like they were filled with lead. The manifested Grappling Gun hung crookedly at his waist, tied with a plant root because he hadn’t had the time (or was too lazy) to manifest a proper holster. The tool was d ...
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