Rage of the Ancient Grove

A chill wind whispers through the leaves of ancient trees, their barks etched with the secrets of ages. The air hums with dormant power, a pulsating energy that fervor. Something stirs within the depths of the Grove, a presence both terrifying. Tales warn of a curse, a rage that brews to destroys all who dare. Beware, traveler. For the Woodlands i

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