It was close to decaying fluids

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The basement of the main camp is

It was deeper than expected.

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The stairs were artificially cut

It's not water that flows down the wall

It was close to a decaying sap.

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The stream of water that should have been clear

It's murky and slow

It leaves a black mark on the floor.

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Naird stops.

The moment the tip of the sword touches the water

A slight tremor is transmitted.

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“…This is not the flow of nature."

"Someone's will is left in the water."

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The dryer looks around in silence.

The roots don't react

The grass doesn't grow.

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This place is

It's not a forest or an ocean

an abandoned cider.

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When we got to the underground hall

They immediately notice.

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Here

That something wasn't kept.

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Broken Spirits,

Dry water,

a decaying magic trail.

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"The other niads...”

“…The anger is...”

“…And to the Aurais Dryard."

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Naird's voice goes down.

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"We're... I lost."

"I couldn't keep it

I didn't work."

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Dried is not in denial.

Instead, he takes a step forward.

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"But it's not the end yet."

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then

deep in the waterways

The water begins to flow backwards.

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There is no sound.

There are no ripples.

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Just

Only the shape comes up