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... From orbit, the worlds that should have been vibrant jewels of green and blue looked... tired.
A faint, sickly brown haze clung to the edges of the continents, like a bruise on a piece of fruit. The Withering Plague was not a fast-moving fire; it was a slow, creeping rot, and its effects were heartbreakingly visible even from space.
Their destination was the capital world, a planet that was home to the World-Tree itself. As they entered the atmosphere, the scale of the Tree becam ...
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