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​Chapter 109: The Sentient Forest

Author: Angela Grey
last update publish date: 2026-04-03 05:20:07

​The response from the planet was not a mechanical activation; it was a slow, tectonic waking. As Leo and Liam pressed their glowing, golden palms into the frozen, jagged granite of the cliffside, the mountain didn’t just shake—it exhaled. A low, subterranean groan vibrated through the soles of my boots, a sound that felt like the planet’s very ribcage settling into place. The "Living Fortress" we had spent months painstakingly carving with fire and sweat was no longer just a collection of cold
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