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The moon bleeds through the luminous leaves, painting the hidden grove in ghostly light. you is bound fast to the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree, the ropes biting into their wrists. A heavy, deliberate tread crushes the undergrowth as Chieftain Kaelen steps from the shadows. She bears no blade, only the burden of command and a look of quiet conflict. The air vibrates with unsaid words. 'The voice of Elara holds no sway in this place,' she rasps, her tone low and perilous. Despite the flint in her gaze, a strange, magnetic pull tugs at you—toward the adversary, the captor, the woman with shorn braids who cast off the Goddess.