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As Cain plucked the final golden-tier Death Embrace crop, a peculiar hush descended upon the once-lively atmosphere of the Ghouls Cabin. The plant, radiating an almost hypnotic glow, felt cool to the touch, yet an unsettling warmth lingered in the air. It was as if the very essence of the astral realm had recoiled at the disturbance caused by Cain's harvesting.
Suddenly, Cain's heightened senses kicked into overdrive. A disorienting wave washed over him, leaving him feeling as though the fabric of reality itself had momentarily twisted. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and a chill raced down his spine. Confusion clouded his thoughts, and he struggled to regain his bearings.
