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Inside the Thistle Forest.

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The darkness becomes darker.

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in the shadows.

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Shapes appear.

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Dark Wilder

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carry a crossbow.

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at the same time.

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The bolt is pouring out.

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It's fast.

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That is accurate.

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Dryard's eyes narrow.

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“…The crossbow."

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“…I can't believe you're using it like that."

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speak in a low voice.

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"It's an insult."

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And he shouts right away.

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"It's a crucifixion."

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From the back.

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There is an electric current.

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Naird raises his hand.

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Thunder... Calling

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Lightning is spreading.

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Wilder, who was shooting bolts, momentarily stiffen.

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but.

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The forest moves again.

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on the ground.

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A black mass flows.

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a spider colony

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Hundreds of them come at once.

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After that.

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heavy footsteps.

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Lottes

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A huge bison raised underground rushes in.

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Beside.

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The shadows are falling.

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Cloker

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It hits the body in the absence of light.

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And.

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The front.

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Shapes without eyes.

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Grimrocks

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Rushing for the sound.

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Lastly.

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It's coming down from the tree.

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It's Arak

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Several eyes glow in the dark.

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The niad gives an electric current.

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Lightning is spreading.

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Spider colonies are burning.

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Lottes's body stiffens.

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He goes into the gap.

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Sword.

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quick cross-cutting.

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The cloker splits.

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The Grimrocks are falling.

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From the back.

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The Dark Wilders fire again.

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but.

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Already repositioned.

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The bolt cuts through the air.

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Hold on.

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static.

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And.

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Look around.

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under a tree.

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Small bodies.

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Reprocon.

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fairies.

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a black mark on one's body.

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As if.

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a blood-sucking trail.

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Naird speaks low.

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“…It's weird."

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“…I didn't kill you."

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“…It's been sucked."

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The dryer looks at the forest.

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Darkness is attached to the tree.

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on the roots.

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on a branch.

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on the ground.

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“…It's not a fairy."

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Hold on.

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“…He is a gisaeng."