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... rough canopies that once whispered secrets, now screaming with each blast. Roots churned beneath detonations. Bark melted. Soil cracked under directed tremorfields and aerial blasts that ricocheted off shattered stone. The reinforcements had arrived like a siege—half a dozen men, some still armored from the village’s inner hold, others stripped to light gear but running high on reserves. Fire. Sound. Kinetic bursts. Bladed wind. The ground throbbed like it remembered war.
And yet—Amari s ...
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