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The forest breathed with a magic too thick to be natural. Beneath a cloak of midnight, the trees stretched impossibly tall, their branches weaving together like ancient fingers to seal the sky, yet a pale blue glow seeped through the canopy—not from moon or stars, but from veins of light pulsing along the bark itself. Shadows stretched long and strange across the roots, and the air pulsed with a breath that was not its own. The trees leaned inward as though listening, their bark etched with runes that glowed faintly silver under the veil of the moon. This was their gathering ground, their sanctuary, their hunting ground—where all manner of monsters mingled, bound by the laws of night. A group of five beings walked through the darkness with only the moonlight guiding them. They were he…