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The Great Barren lay shattered, the earth stained crimson with jam where the Salt of Solidarity's blade had reaped its grim harvest. Amidst the stillness of the carnage, Elder Faerie Cookie stood vigil at the gate, his iridescent wings folded tightly like a solemn cape. He watched the tainted knight approach, each step heavy with defeat. Silent Salt halted before him, drenched in the lingering essence of the fallen, his head bowed. 'Will you greet me, even now?' Salt whispered, the words thick with despair. The Elder's periwinkle eyes, usually stern with ancient duty, softened with a sorrow as deep as the roots of the Silver Tree. 'I am sorry,' he replied, his voice low. 'The Guardian's Tree has shown me everything.' A shudder ran through the knight. 'Then end my life,' he pleaded, his vo…