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... warped trunks. "It didn't smash gates or shatter seals. It learned. It studied the syntax of every blessing carved into these roots, then rewrote the sequence like a composer taking shears to a hymn."
A faint pulse of sickly violet shimmered through the bark behind him in silent confirmation, as though the forest itself flinched at the indictment.
Sylvanna adjusted the grip on her bow, knuckles white. "That's not instinct," she muttered. "That's—"
"Strategy." Draven finis ...
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