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... laces hidden in the Elder Tree’s branches to form a swarm blockade. They’re inhuman, insectile monsters, making me question how I could’ve ever mistaken them for Sweet Bees even with magical disguises.
“I can’t believe they stuck around after last night,” I say. It’d been a massacre for the insectoid monsters, and the Elder Tree himself had slain a lot of them accidentally. The remainder is a paltry portion of the force they’d once been.
“You may as well ask why we stayed with Pe ...
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