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... t. Shadows stretched and danced around the towering treant, whose massive, root-like beard swayed with each step.
The ancient creature, a guardian of the woods, seemed to exude its own chilling aura, filled with intelligence and malice. Alicarde tightened his grip on Marian, cradling her protectively as he assessed the battlefield.
"These witches are supposed to be exhausted," he muttered.
"How the hell are they managing to pull off something like this?"
The trean ...
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