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... e dense underbrush thinned into mossy plains broken by towering stone pillars and crooked roots. Tall trees were spread across the whole ceiling of the dungeon like they were trying to make their own habitat.
The entire area felt too enclosed—like a massive dome no larger than five hundred meters wide. Mist clung to the ground, swirling with every step, and the only light came from glowing mushrooms embedded in tree trunks.
A low growl rumbled from somewhere.
Silas didn’t ...
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