The surrounding pulse rocks me gently. My host still breathes.
I breach the of my pod's walls. They crack as I break free.
Mother God tree's design is wise and
My conscience is clear - my host will die.

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Deep within the veiled by the flowing waters of the Everfalls, was a concealed cave. The Craven hid and orchestrated their next attack on With in their hearts and swords in hand, it was time for revenge.

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