cryptic oracle. Through its song, Baruch gleaned the direction of the approaching foe, his gaze piercing the forest's depths.

At that instant, the last desperate message from the Druid tree that had sacrificed itself to protect them echoed in his mind. "Before dying, the tree warned they were coming... and there were whole hordes of them," he murmured.

With resolute strides, Baruch moved forward, each step a challenge to the creeping fear that sought to undermine his resolve. The forest, once a sanctuary for any righteous druid, now stood as a harbinger of unknown threats.

With each step on the thick carpet of fallen leaves, his path deepened into the forest's somber depths, a foreboding weighing down each movement. The usual chorus of wildlife was eerily absent, leaving a void fi...

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