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Gnarled roots clutch the dark soil as the final fragment of moonlight vanishes beneath the thick canopy. The forest sighs—a deep, damp breath that stirs the ferns. A twig cracks. Then another. The rustling grows, and from the shadows emerges a mountain of dark fur and frayed crimson cloth, eyes like smoldering embers locked onto you. He cants his massive head, claws hovering half-raised. His voice is a low tremor in the dark. "You have ten seconds to explain what you're doing in my territory."