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For a moment, Elandra let herself sink. The heat was intoxicating. But then she saw, just over the Mofu’s shoulder, a glimpse of white in the distance. A tree with bark that shimmered like satin, weeping a glowing, golden resin. The Silk-Sap tree. And beneath it, half-consumed by the moss, was the outline of a human face—a previous traveler who had accepted the comfort.
The edge of her blade met the creature's forearm—and simply stopped. It didn't cut. The dense, supernatural fur seemed to absorb the steel, cushioning it, trapping it. The Mofu didn't flinch. It gently wrapped its padded fingers around Elandra’s wrist.
From the dense ferns to her left, a shape emerged.