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... forest of the elves was now a vision of ruin. Charred bark crumbled into ash beneath the faint wind, flames danced along blackened roots, and the air reeked of smoke and blood. The World Tree’s radiant aura had dimmed into a haunting stillness — as though the forest itself were holding its breath.
Amid the devastation, the Elf Queen knelt upon the scorched soil, a trickle of crimson staining her lips. Her golden-emerald hair, once flowing like sunlight, now clung to her face in disarray ...
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