The trees rose majestically toward the sky, their towering presence accentuated by the moss-covered boulders scattered irregularly around the forest floor. Between the stones, a narrow, well-trodden path hinted at frequent passage.
At the distant end of the trail stood a solitary figure.
It was none other than Basilude, a sixth-circle dark mage. His face, marked with deep wrinkles, was framed by a mane of white hair.
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