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... was thick with the scent of sap, blood, and something faintly metallic — like rust left out in the rain for too long. The ground behind him was littered with bodies that barely resembled what they once were. Twisted armor split open by force rather than finesse. Limbs bent at wrong angles, bark-like growths still creeping across cooling flesh. Wilted yellow blossoms scattered across the stone, already losing their unnatural vibrancy.
The Mara-Struck lay still.
All of them.
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