the ash tree

[네임]

The forest was not quiet.

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I was breathing.

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a rotten smell.

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Sympodie speaks low.

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"The water purée is... I don't go alone."

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Dried with a lira nods.

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Anger speaks in the background.

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"I'll stay."

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"I have to protect this place."

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Hold on.

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And three people are leaving

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the inside of a forest.

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The ground is wet.

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It's sticky.

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under one's feet.

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It's moving.

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Swamp sap slime

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It slows down.

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At that moment.

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Fog.

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Gas swamp slime

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The view becomes blurred.

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The lira goes off.

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sound waves.

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The air is shaking.

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The slime is scattered.

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The front.

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The ground goes out.

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Absorption Swamp Slime

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Sympodie hands down.

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The roots spread.

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The ground hardens.

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And.

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in the water.

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vines.

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Swamp Vine Enforcer

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The melody of the lira rises.

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The wind is shaking.

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a day of grass.

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The vines are cut off.

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At that moment.

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A flower.

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It's beautiful.

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And.

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Shoot

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a poison thorns.

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Venom Lotus

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an icy day.

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The flowers are breaking.

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but.

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The surrounding reeds are moving.

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Lead Mimic

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tighten one's body.

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Sympodie raises her hand.

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The tree is rising.

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It's breaking.

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The front.

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a huge figure.

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a rotten wood.

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Lotwood Walker

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It's coming up.

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I'm going to take it down.

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And.

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The sky is getting dark.

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Blood Swarm

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Lot Fly

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The note of the lira goes down.

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Sound waves spread.

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The colony splits.

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but.

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The fog thickens.

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Decay fog

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My breath is getting heavy.

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then.

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The ground is moving.

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The swamp itself flows.

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Living Meyer

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And.

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The back.

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a figure walking to the root.

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Vogue Root Troll

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After that.

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a larger shadow.

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DK Trent

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The decaying sap is flowing down.

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And.

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the surrounding area.

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Spores come to mind.

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Spore Controller

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The monsters move faster.

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It's getting stronger.

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Sympodie speaks low.

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“…This is not nature."

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The lira stops.

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And.

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She says.

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“…Someone."

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then.

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in the depths of the forest.

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a feeble light.

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a familiar energy.

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Sympodie's eyes are shaking.