In the depths of the forest in southwestern Green Land, a spectral figure drifted like a lingering shadow, and any plant it touched withered instantly into decay. The shadow glided toward a secluded clearing, seemingly drawn to an awaiting presence.“Abere! So, you are still alive,” the figure spoke.“Yes, Your Highness Azazel! I live, and I have returned here to find you!” replied Abere, having finally made her way back to Green Land."You came seeking me?" Azazel asked.“Your Highness, I have come! I traversed the dimensional portals to reach this place. Forgive me for taking so long,” the reddish-haired woman pleaded."No! You have done more than enough, Abere. I feared you had perished after impersonating me. Oh Abere, seeing you now brings me such great joy,” the man said."The thought of killing me never crossed their minds, Your Highness. They believed I was you! Instead, I was entombed in the shadow world, right beneath the river of darkness,” Abere said, recounting her harrow
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