>Tabitha's eyes lingered on the scene, her throat constricting with emotion. "I'm sorry, Miguel," she breathed out, her apology lost to the whistling wind. But the night afforded little room for mourning. Her attention was abruptly drawn to a new threat: a horde of grotesque creatures emerging from the darkness of night, their forms ghastly and twisted by the moonlight.

Among them, a figure brandished overhead a round object dimly lit by the moon glow. The ghastly trophy was a head, unmistakably druid, its features frozen in pain. Tabitha's heart sank into despair as she recognized the visage. "Baruch," she whispered, her voice breaking with agony, "Why..."

The creatures' roar shattered the night, a sound so filled with triumph and malice that it chilled the very air...

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