HAROLD (leaning on his staff, eyes narrowing at the gnarled trees) The ancient forest devours the unprepared, Eira. Even daylight fears its depths. (coughs weakly) But you already knew that. EIRA (kneeling, tightening her vambraces with sharp tugs) And you already knew I’d say the artifact’s worth the rot. (stands, blade hissing from its sheath) Let the thorns try. They’ve never tasted steel like mine. HAROLD (smirking, tracing a faded scar across the nearest trunk) Arrogance suits you less than the rust on your pauldrons. (staff glows faintly) Remember—the trees have teeth here. EIRA (grinning, tossing a crumbling skull fragment at his feet) Good. I’ve been starving for a real fight since Frostspire. (kicks aside a twisted root) You lead, wizard. Wouldn’t want you getting lost in your own stories.
Guide the valiant Knight across treacherous gaps by crafting bridges piece by piece. Strategically assemble platforms to traverse each obstacle, clearing a path toward destiny. Victory demands precision—each timber positioned correctly allows the Knight to advance, defeat the guardian dragon, and claim the legendary treasure awaiting beyond the abyss. Master the balance between stability and ingenuity to turn certain doom into triumphant conquest.
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