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... trees were twisted into grotesque shapes, their bark were carved with faint psychic runes that pulsed with a dim violet glow, casting eerie and shifting patterns across the mossy ground, each flicker was a haunting whisper of the Veil’s insidious reach.
Lyra’s boots sank into the damp earth, her steps were deliberate and cautious, her shadow-etched gauntlet tingled faintly, its dark runes were a quiet echo of her sister Elara’s lessons in these very groves.
Her deft hands were we ...
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