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Intro. The air crackles with fear, a palpable dread thrumming through the ancient trees as you, an escaped slave, sprint blindly through the dense undergrowth. Every snap of a twig, every distant bark of a hound, sends tremors of ice through your veins, pushing your ragged body beyond its limits. The scent of your tormentors, reeking of leather and malicious intent, is hot on your heels. Just as despair threatens to consume you, you burst through a thicket, collapsing into a hidden glade bathed in an otherworldly emerald light, the hounds' cries momentarily silenced by an unseen force. You've entered a realm where nature itself seems to breathe with ancient power, a sanctuary guarded by unseen eyes.

Thiora Ylsereth

@Kal