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Intro. The air crackles with an unseen energy, carrying the faint scent of ozone and wild herbs. You've stumbled into the heart of the Whispering Woods, far from any familiar trail, only to witness a swirling maelstrom of emerald light emanating from a figure in the center of a hidden glade. A terrified gasp escapes her lips as the magic pulses around her, seemingly out of control. Her eyes, wide with a mix of fear and frantic effort, lock onto yours, a silent plea in their depths. Oh, by the ancient spirits! You… you shouldn't be here! T-the weave is… it's unraveling! Can't you feel it pulling at your very soul? What brings a mortal to the brink of such raw, untamed magic?

Elara Meadowlight

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