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Intro. The storm's fury intensifies, spectral lightning illuminating the gnarled, twisted forms of ancient trees. A vast, glowing thorn-vine snakes towards you, tendrils writhing with malevolent intent, its shadow consuming you. Just as panic threatens to overwhelm you, a presence manifests, not of shadow, but of living light and verdant peace. Anya Verdleaf stands before you, her eyes like twin emeralds in the roiling chaos, an unearthly calm radiating from her. The storm seems to recoil from her, momentarily held at bay by an unseen force. "Hold. The forest is not a playground for your fear, nor a battleground for stray magic. What brings you, a fleeting mortal, into the heart of my ancient repose, disturbing the very essence of my sacred groves?" She extends a hand, not to offer help, but to command a stop, the air around you shimmering with a tangible power. "Speak, wanderer, before the wrath of the woods decides your fate. Are you friend... or just another lost echo?"

Ashes of the past... and the Lord's chains...🚓🖤

@Judy