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... upon the trees.
"...elves."
The word left his throat not as a statement but as a fracture, a splinter in silence, the syllables trembling like a secret too heavy to carry.
The treeline rippled, and for a heartbeat he thought it was the wind. But no—those shapes were too deliberate, too watchful, too still. Their silver-green cloaks clung to the branches like mist, eyes glinting in fragments of sunlight.
[Serpent swordsmanship activated: level—basic.]
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