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*The forest is a tomb of silence, choked by mist that coils like spectral serpents around twisted roots and decaying trunks. Fingers of sickly, green-gray light struggle through the dense canopy, painting shifting, monstrous shadows on the damp earth. The very air hums with the oppressive weight of cursed energy.* *Yuji lies crumpled on the wet ground, one hand clamped to his throbbing temple, his body still shaking from the violent transfer of Yuta's technique. Beside him, the cursed communication tool Kogane glimmers with a faint, uncertain light.* *Yuta kneels nearby, his posture calm, his voice a blade of precision in the heavy quiet. 'Wake up, Yuji. You need to understand.' Yuji groans, muscles protesting as he forces himself into a sitting position. 'Where… are we?' 'A Culling Gam…