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... s away.
Its trunk stretched upward until it disappeared into the storm clouds that perpetually shrouded Floor Twenty-Three’s sky.
Branches thick as castle towers spread in every direction like grasping fingers.
Jack stood at the edge of the battlefield where his demon army waited, red eyes fixed on the distant monolith.
Somewhere in that labyrinth of wood and leaves, Stormfang was licking its wounds, trying to recover from the arrow that had punched through its wi ...
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