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... stroyed after the storm?
As Mors and Athena approached the grotesque tree, its pulsating bark shuddered, releasing a fresh wave of glowing spores.
The roots twitched and writhed, curling out from the ground like the fingers of a buried giant. It wasn’t just alive, it was aware.
Athena gripped Arthivian tightly, the sword’s dark energy responding to her resolve. "This thing isn’t just infected, it’s evolving."
Mors nodded, his sharp eyes fixed on the twisting roots ...
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