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... ara’s POV]
The dying sun draped the forest in hues of gold and ember. Shafts of light pierced through the ancient canopy, scattering across leaves that shimmered like shards of emerald glass. Each step crunched softly against the roots and moss beneath their boots, the rhythm steady, solemn, unbroken.
At the head of the formation walked Princess Sylthara of the Dark Elves, her silver hair flowing behind her like liquid moonlight. The faint glimmer of her armor ca ...
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