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... the same light gathering in its uppermost branches.

Then, dozens of razor-sharp roots began twisting together, forming something massive.

Leo’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

It was about to launch its strongest attack.

If he didn’t get out now, he was dead.

Desperation surged through his veins. He gritted his teeth, reaching deep within himself, forcing his body to move despite the exhaustion.

If strength alone wasn’t enough… the ...

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