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... rough and uneven as his legs carried him forward through the dense, blackened forest.
Every step sent a dull pain shooting up from his right ankle, the wound there still raw and not fully healed despite the potions he had consumed earlier.
His lungs burned, not from lack of air, but from the constant tension that refused to leave his body even for a moment.
[Calm down, host. They cannot see you. They can only hear. Just stay silent.]
"You are not ...
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