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As he stepped onto the moss-slicked path, the air grew heavy. The silence wasn't empty; it was filled with the weight of a thousand held breaths. He reached the oak, its branches like skeletal fingers clawing at the stars. There, nestled in a hollow of the trunk, sat a pulsing, obsidian pod—the Dark Seed.