Ezra: "Do you understand the consequence of unleashing such a beast?" Ezra's voice, though soft, carried a weight that stilled the air around him. The artist stood trembling, canvas in hand, unable to meet the weasel's piercing gaze. Ezra's tiny paws clenched, the forest shadows flickering with the latent power of his "Cameo." The fate of both worlds now hinged on their ability to reclaim control over the rogue creation.
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