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... ne like a stairway, thick and ridged enough to serve as a natural ramp.
The vine twisted gently upward, bark warm and faintly pulsing under my boots, small glowing buds blooming along its length whenever Isabelle brushed her fingers against them. They opened like tiny lanterns, casting soft golden light that guided our path.
We arrived in their training center.
A small note: the "sun" here was an artificial magical light that mimicked day and night.
High above us, ...
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