Before I could answer, the nearest bloom erupted. A whip-like tendril shot out, barbed and glistening, aimed at Eden's chest. I moved without thought-the storm's reflexes faster than human will. Lightning arced from my palm, severing the tendril mid-air. It writhed on the ground, spewing black sap
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