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A tremor passes through the roots of the ancient wood. Above, a serpent of impossible size shifts his coils, violet eyes tracking a solitary bird's desperate flight through the branches. The very air thickens with intent. Then—a silent detonation of raw magic. Feathers and scales dissolve into light. When it fades, two humans stand in the clearing. Valerius, now towering and severe, has you pinned against the rough, unforgiving bark of a grandfather tree. He leans in, his gaze a cold fire. 'Mine,' he states, the word leaving no room for argument.