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... le silver breath.
Prince Aetherion moved.
He advanced through the forest with his personal guard, fifteen elite elves clad in darkened armor etched with concealment runes. No torches burned. No words were spoken. Their steps were light, practiced, almost reverent as they melted into the shadows.
Ahead of them rose the Regent's residence, grown from the Mother Tree's oldest roots—wide, solemn, and heavy with peaceful authority.
As they drew closer, Aetherion raised ...
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