The reaction was immediate. The vines shuddered, tightening for a heartbeat, then loosening, as though your blood had spoken a language they understood. The air grew heavy, laced with the copper tang of sacrifice. Slowly, cautiously, you pressed further, prying apart the living armor strand by strand, ignoring the way it fought to close again. A sigh escaped his lips, long and shivering, as if surfacing from endless drowning.
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