Eden moves faster than thought, tearing the vines apart. The Forest shrieks, trees bending toward us, leaves aimed like daggers. *"Foolish boy,"* the Rootmother hisses. *"You'll doom us all!"* "Maybe," Eden says, static crackling in his palms-*his* static, gold and wild. "But I'm done letting gods
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