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... the desolate wastelands of the demiplane. Its purpose was simple: to carry out the ruthless bidding of the witches who had conjured it.
However, as it faced Alicarde, the treant’s frustration grew. It had obliterated him, reduced him to less than ash, yet here he stood, seemingly unfazed, his body whole without a single drop of blood left behind.
Roaring in fury, the treant seized him in its enormous, twisting roots and hurled him into the ground with bone-shaking force. Yet, to ...
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