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The Unseen swarmed the clearing, shadows given teeth and claws. But for the first time in an age, the defenders of Aerbor fought in unison. Every strike of a sword, every burst of flame, and every shout of defiance added a note to the growing melody. It was a song of reclamation, a chorus of iron and will that pushed the darkness back inch by agonizing inch. At the heart of the Whispering Woods, they
"They won't follow us," Aris replied, stepping into the cold night air. "They'll follow the Song." Elara turned, her eyes reflecting a desperate spark