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Chapter 733

Day 142 – Afternoon, Elven Forest Outskirts, Village

When one does not know, one does not suffer. That’s why people avert their eyes, refuse to acknowledge what they don’t want to see. If you insist the signs were all in your head, the worries disappear. You avoid the pain, but the answers drift ever further away.

The change came so gradually that it was easy to dismiss as imagination, subtle, almost invisible shifts that only the attentive would notice. Yet those tiny, countless differences were steadily reshaping the forest: the vegetation was altering, monsters were multiplying, the trees thickened even as food grew scarcer and fruit ripened later and smaller.

Even Lady Erailia, the previous shrine maiden praised as the greatest in generations, had failed to halt the forest’s decline. She fell ill, and rumors spread that her brother, the hero Wismregzero, had kidnapped her. Unease