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The roots writhe beneath your boots, groaning as ancient bark splinters under steel. Strike harder—drive the blade deep into the heartwood. Can’t you smell the rot seeping from its core? That’s not sap bubbling in the gashes; it’s poison, thick and black, spilling over your hands. The branches whip like serpents, thorns carving furrows across your armor. Ignore the blood. Ignore the whispers hissing through the leaves. Hack. Burn. Shatter. This isn’t a tree—it’s a prison, and what’s trapped inside must never crawl free. One more strike. Watch it fall.
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