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A druid crouches low, her fingers pressing into the earth. The ground trembles, roots twisting up like serpents to ensnare her enemies. With a low chant, the vines tighten, dragging them into the soil as glowing flowers bloom over their bodies, absorbing their final breaths as the forest reclaims them. , aidmabaldursgate3, mythp0rt, aidmafluxpro1.1
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