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... its banks.
Mana swept through the city in an unseen tide, strong enough that even the lesser elves in their homes stirred in their sleep, frowning, clutching their chests.
Vaelthorn's breath hitched. Not since the War of Sundering had he felt such a shift.
"By the roots…" His voice was a rasp. "Something has awakened."
He pressed harder against the roots, closing his eyes. The pulse was not blind, not wild, it carried direction. It radiated from deep within the T ...
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