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deep in the thistle forest.

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The air is heavy.

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There is little light coming in.

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then.

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I can hear a voice in the dark.

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“…You'd better turn it off naturally."

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Shapes emerge through the trees.

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Dark Wilder

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I have a crossbow in my hand.

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The next moment.

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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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The dryer gritted its teeth.

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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 then he steps forward.

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From the back.

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The electric current bursts.

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Naid raises his hand.

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Lightning is spreading.

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Wilder's body hardens for a moment.

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but.

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The forest is moving.

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on the ground.

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The black one is flowing.

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a swarm of spiders

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Hundreds of them come at once.

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The back.

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heavy footsteps.

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Lottes

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Rushing into a giant body.

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Beside.

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The darkness falls.

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Cloker

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It clings to the body.

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From the front.

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Shapes without eyes.

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Grimrocks

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It runs towards the sound.

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And.

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on a tree.

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a number of eyes.

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It's Arak

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He comes down shooting a line.

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The niad spreads an electric current.

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Lightning burns spider colonies.

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The rotes become stiff.

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the gap.

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The dryer goes in.

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wield a sword.

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cross-cutting.

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The cloker splits.

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The Grimrocks are falling.

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The crossbow rings again in the background.

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but.

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Already repositioned.

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The bolt misses the mark.

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Hold on.

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static.

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And.

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I can see the surroundings.

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Small bodies.

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Reprocon.

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fairies.

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have a dry body.

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It's not a wound.

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a stolen trace

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The dryer looks at the ground.

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The black one.

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be attached to the root.

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On the tree.

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On the stone.

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on a dead body.

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As if.