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... led limbs toward the crimson sky, their bark slick with sap that shimmered like molten rubies in the dim light.
Roots twisted like serpents beneath the rotting underbrush, rising without warning to entangle ankles or crush bone, each step a gamble through Vyrneth’s deepest region—the Bloodweave.
The air was hot, humid, thick with the scent of rust and decay, the crimson mist curling in ghostly tendrils around their legs, thickening with every step deeper into its heart.
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