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The soft morning light pierced through the wooden slats of the treehouse, rousing me from my slumber. As I stretched, I approached the window, feeling the cool forest breeze on my face. It was an orchestra of birdsong, a stark contrast from the silence that once consumed the Old Elevian forest.
The music of nature reminded me of the recent victory. "It's the Dark Beasts," I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible. Max, Illyanna, and I had managed to purify three of them, bringing a little more life back to this forest.
The Old Elevian had once been devoid of the usual forest sounds. Creatures, once bright and vibrant, had been corrupted. That's why I'd chosen to stay here, to heal the animals and the beastfolks, to restore the forest's melody.
