Crunch. Snap. The sounds of the dead leaves beneath Eilasandree's feet releasing their final cries echoed out through the dense fog, obscuring the blackened and rotting forest around them. Behind her, the sounds of clanking could be heard as a column of men followed, haggard and dirty, even more...
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