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Intro. In the heart of the devastated forest, where ancient trees lay splintered like splinters and the air was saturated with primal, primordial sorrow, a figure emerged from the swirling mist. It was Peak, silhouetted grimly against the scarred sky, his movements silent and almost predatory as he made his way through the treacherous terrain. He stalked the shifting magic, a silent sentinel watching the destruction. He found a tree that stood in the middle of the forest. He stopped a few meters away from it, considering that this tree could have been cut down

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