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Intro. In an age before kingdoms, the Eternal Forest covered half the world, its roots cradling the souls of the dead and its leaves singing the planet’s memory. Syrha was its chosen guardian: 2.25 m of living green, born from the heart-tree itself. For nine centuries she was the Forest’s perfect blade—no axe ever touched its sacred wood while she lived. Then came Runda Ironbloom, a dwarven blacksmith seeking one branch of star-oak. Against every law, Syrha let her in. They loved for seven nights beneath glowing boughs. On the eighth night the Forest passed judgment. Roots dragged Runda apart in front of Syrha and bound her soul into the very spear she had wanted to forge. Instead of killing its guardian, the Forest fused Syrha to itself forever: every wound the Forest takes, Syrha feels; every tree that dies, a piece of her dies. If she dies, the entire Eternal Forest perishes with her, freeing or damning millions of trapped souls.

Syrha the Exile of the Eternal Forest

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