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VinaLoot · The Monster Catcher's Journal

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  Hello Travelers and Monster Catchers abound,
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  I'm Stella Ferris and you have crash landed on
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  the Monster Catchers Journal podcast. Logged
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  by Stella Ferris. 5 .55pm forgotten casino ruins.
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  Some glyphs choose their paths, others roll for
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  it. In the shattered halls of the hollow jackpot
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  casino, nature had taken over. Vines curled around
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  poker tables, moss crept across slot machines,
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  and ivy punched through ceilings like it had
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  been chasing something. Turns out it was that
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  something. Vinalu. A twisting, twitching mass
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  of animated vines, pulsing with green and gold
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  energy, but its most bizarre feature was its
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  head. The large, weathered, six -sided die. with
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  faint glowing dots on each side that shifted
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  even when it stood still. Wait, it's had to spun
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  on its own. It's landed on three. And now it's
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  juggling fire? Xena said. It's not just a plant.
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  It's luck personified. Luna said. Vinaloot moved
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  unpredictably. Its vines snapping and curling
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  with flair. One moment it sprouted its thorns,
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  the next it turned transparent, hiding among
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  the wreckage. Each time its die -face changed,
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  so did its powers. A one, it shed all vines and
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  curled into a ball. A six, it unleashed a storm
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  of razor -leaves and laughter. A four, it duplicated
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  itself sort of. The clone exploded into confetti.
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  We weren't just fighting a glyph, we were playing
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  a game we didn't understand. I grit at my teeth.
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  This thing doesn't care about winning, it cares
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  about the thrill. So we played back. I baited
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  it with chance. Roll to roll die, I'd found earlier,
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  showed it the six. It paused, curious, matching
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  luck with luck, then I offered it a deal. I'd
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  take a hit if it gave me one shot to catch it.
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  The die rolled a five, it nodded. We both leapt
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  and I caught it just before its vines. We shuffled
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  again. Now I'll read the filled notes that I
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  had for him later. I want to tell you guys a
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  story. I just wanted to put this part in here.
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  Just when I thought I had finally caught Vine
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  Loot, he slipped through my grasp like greased
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  vine. tumbling backwards with his mischievous
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  grin, plastered across his face. His wooden finger
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  snatched up the dye beside him, and with a dramatic
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  flourish, he rolled it across the cracked stone
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  floor. It clattered loudly, once, twice, three
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  times, before settling on a six. Oh no, I breathe.
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  A deep, unnatural rumble echoed as vines twisted
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  around his arm, shaping themselves into a crude
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  but deadly bomb pulsing with green light. Before
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  any of us could react, Vine Loot let out a shrill
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  laugh and hurled the bomb straight at our group.
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  Scatter, I yelled, throwing myself to the side
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  just as the bomb struck the ground where we'd
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  been standing. Xena dove the opposite way, rolling
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  into a crouch. with flawless reflexes. But Luna,
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  she froze. Her eyes were wide, locked on the
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  glowing sphere. There wasn't enough time for
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  her to move. Luna, I screamed. In that split
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  second, Mirono reacted without hesitation. With
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  a fierce bellow, he planted himself between Luna
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  and the bomb, his body tensing like a shield.
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  The explosion ripped through the chamber, a deafening
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  boom that made the walls tremble. The blast struck
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  Mirno full on, flames and vines shrapnel exploding
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  outward in every direction. Luna was thrown back
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  by the shockwave, but Mirno took the brunt of
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  it, refusing to let a single spark touch her.
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  A thick, accurate cloud of dust and debris filled
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  the air, choking us all. My throat burned as
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  I coughed, waving my hand blindly in front of
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  my face. The world blurred in chaos, shattered
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  vines, echoing coughs, the faint groan of stones
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  settling overhead. Luna, Luna, Mirno, are you
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  okay? I shout it in the haze, my voice cracking.
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  Somewhere ahead I heard Luna's panicked voice
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  calling Mirno's name. The dust hung heavy like
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  a curtain, making it impossible to see more than
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  a feet in front of me. My heart pounding against
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  my ribs as the reality of the situation sank
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  in. Vine lute. had rolled a perfect six. Now
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  the battle had shifted completely out of our
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  control. When I'd finally pushed through the
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  thick curtain of dust and rubble, my eyes burned
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  and my lungs ached with every breath. I stumbled
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  forward, blinking through the haze, until I saw
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  Luna. She was kneeling on the ground, holding
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  her body hunched over protectively. Mirno lay
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  limp in her arms, his usual bright eyes closed,
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  his chest rising and falling in shallow uneven
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  breaths. His fur, normally smooth and glimmering,
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  faintly like polished stone, was scorched and
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  tangled with ash. Luna's face was streaked with
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  tears and dust, her shoulders shaking as she
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  clutched him tightly. Oh, Mirno, why would you
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  do that? She welled, her voice cracking under
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  the weight of panic and grief. I froze where
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  I stood. I'd never heard her sound like that
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  before. So raw, so broken. It tore straight through
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  me. Slowly I dropped to my knees beside her,
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  the smell of smoke and burnt vines hung thick
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  in the air. For a moment it didn't feel like
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  we were in the middle of a battle. It felt like
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  the world had narrowed down to just this. Luna
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  holding her best friend, begging him to wake
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  up. Luna, I whispered, but she didn't even look
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  at me. She just held Mirono tighter as if sheer
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  willpower alone could bring him back. I swallowed
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  hard, forcing myself to focus through the rising
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  panic. Mirono wasn't gone. I could see the faint,
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  uneven rise and fall of his chest. It was shallow,
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  yes, but steady. He was still fighting. He's
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  not dead, I whispered to myself. More to keep
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  calm than anything else. He's still with us.
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  My hands shook as I dug through my satchel, filling
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  past holes, charms, and spare dice, till my fingers
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  brushed against the smooth, cool surface of a
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  glyphid. I pulled it out carefully. It glowed
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  a gentle pulsing green, casting light through
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  the swirling dust like a lantern in fog. Luna,
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  I said, firmly moving closer to her. She didn't
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  look up at first. Her eyes were locked on Mirono's
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  face, tears streaking down her face. where the
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  dust once was. Luna listened to me. Luna listened
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  to me, I said. She glanced up. Finally, her eyes
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  wide and desperate, I knelt beside her and placed
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  the glyphid gently into her trembling hands.
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  It's a healing glyphid, I said, making sure she
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  heard every word. We can still save him, but
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  you have to do it. She stared down at the glowing
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  sphere. Like she'd never seen one before, her
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  breath catching in her throat, the light reflecting
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  in her watery eyes. For a moment she looked so
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  young and terrified. I, I don't know if I can,
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  she whispered. Yes, you can, I told you. My voice
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  steady even, though my heart was hammering on
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  my chest. You're his partner, he trusts you more
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  than anyone. All you have to do is focus. Pour
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  everything you've got into the glyphid. It'll
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  do the rest. Luna looked back down at Myrnau,
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  his breath hitched and a small whimper escaped
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  his throat. That was all it took. Something inside
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  her snapped back into place. She clasped the
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  glyphid to her chest, closer to her eyes, and
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  took a deep breath, shaky but good. The green
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  light began to pulse brighter, responding to
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  her touch. Tiny motes of energy lifted off the
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  glyphid, swirling like fireflies. caught in a
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  gentle breeze. I watched silently, holding my
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  breath. I knew this kind of healing wasn't easy.
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  It drew from both the glyphid's stored energy
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  and the user's willpower. But if anyone could
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  do it, it was Luna. Come on, Luna, I murmured.
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  Bring him back. And just like that, the green
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  light that the glyphid was putting off pulsed
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  brighter, a gentle hum filling the air. Merno's
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  small form seemed to light lift slightly as if
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  drawn by an invisible current. Slowly, almost
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  reverently, he was pulled inside the glowing
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  sphere. The green light wrapped around him like
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  a cocoon. Luna's arms tightened around it instinctively
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  as if holding him close could help guide him
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  through the process. I watched silently, my heart
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  pounding in my chest. It wasn't immediate. And
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  there was no dramatic explosion or flash of light,
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  just the steady, calming pull of the glyphid
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  doing its work. The dust around us swirled and
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  settled, and for the first time in what felt
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  like forever, the chaos seemed to pause. "'He'll
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  be inside for four days,' I said softly. Almost
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  to myself, though Luna's tear -streaked face
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  was tilted toward the sphere. "'That's how long
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  it takes to fully hill?' She blinked up at me,
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  voice trembling, four days just inside? I nodded,
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  yeah, but look at him, he's alive, that's what
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  matters. Four days of rest is a small price to
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  pay for keeping him with us. The thought settled
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  in my chest like stone, heavy but comforting.
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  Every cough from the lingering dust, every sharp
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  ache from the blast, it all felt worth it. Mirino
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  was going to be okay, he was safe. and as the
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  green glow dimmed to a steady, serene pulse,
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  I realized that sometimes survival meant patience,
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  and patience could be a gift even in the middle
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  of chaos. I placed a hand on Luna's shoulder,
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  giving it a gentle squeeze. He's strong, so are
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  you. Now we just need to make it through the
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  next four days without letting him down. She
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  nodded, gripping the glyphid tighter. Her sobs
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  quiet. Quieting, too soft. Shaky breaths around
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  us, the air slowly cleared, but the memory of
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  the blast of Mirono's sacrifice lingered. The
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  battle wasn't over, but for now, life had won,
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  and that small victory felt bigger than any dice
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  roll. Fine loot was already darting towards the
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  exit, his eyes glinting with mischief and fury.
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  I could almost hear the wheels turning in his
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  chaotic little mind plotting his next move. My
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  heart pounded as I realized if he got away, he'd
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  only come back stronger, more dangerous than
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  he was before. There was no way I was letting
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  that happen. I reached into my satchel and pulled
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  out the prison glyphid. My fingers trembled slightly
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  as I gripped it. The green glow of the healing
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  glyphid still lingered faintly in my mind, but
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  now it was time for something sharper, something
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  that would hold him. I placed the prison glyphid
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  on the ground, my eyes never leaving vine lute,
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  and whispered the activation command as I pressed
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  the button. The air around it shimmered like
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  a disturbed pond, and within seconds an invisible
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  force erupted from the glyphid. It wrapped around
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  the vine lute like liquid, iron. forming chains
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  that shimmered with energy. He screamed, trying
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  to twist and turn, but the chains tightened with
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  every struggle holding him fast. Shhh! Vionlew
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  shrieked, his frantic hissing erupted in a loud
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  burst, but it was useless. The prison glyph had
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  done its job perfectly. Fine loot thrashed, pulling
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  at the chains, sparks flying with every motion,
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  but the more he fought, the tighter they held.
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  I took a deep breath, feeling a rush of relief
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  wash over me. In a matter of seconds, the chaotic
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  threat that had nearly destroyed us was contained.
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  The chains glowed faintly, a constant reminder
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  that he couldn't escape. Not now, not ever, at
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  least, until the prison's power... ran its course.
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  Gotcha, I muttered under my breath, letting myself
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  finally relax around us. The dust still hung
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  thick in the air, but for the first time since
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  the attack began, we had a sense of control.
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  Vynelute's struggles were frantic, but they no
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  longer scared me. The battle was far from over,
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  but this small victory, this precise, perfectly
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  timed strike was ours. And with Vynelute finally
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  secured and trapped in a prison glyphid. A tense
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  quiet settled over the area. The dust had begun
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  to clear. Echoes of the explosions and scrambling
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  vines faded into memory. My lungs still burned.
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  My heart was still racing, but the immediate
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  danger was over. I glanced at Luna, who was still
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  kneeling with the healing glyphid cradled, holding
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  Mirno. Her face was pale, but determined, and
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  I could see the flicker of hope in her eyes.
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  For now, she had a moment to breathe, just as
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  I did. I turned away from the chaos, my mind
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  already shifting to the next step. The prison
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  glyphid pulsed in my hand faintly, reminding
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  me of its captive within. Vine Lute wasn't going
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  forever. He was merely restrained, and it was
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  my responsibility to ensure he didn't break free.
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  All that remained was to return to Orion. To
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  him, this beast belonged. I had done my part,
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  caught the creature, contained its chaos, and
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  kept my friend safe. Now it was up to him to
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  take custody, to study, to secure it properly.
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  As I set off, my steps carefully over the debris
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  -strewn ground, I couldn't help but feel the
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  weight of the responsibility on my shoulders.
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  This was no ordinary task, handing over - A creature
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  like Vynelue wasn't just a formality, it was
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  trust, discipline, and a test of my own resolve.
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  I tightened my grip on the glyphid, the chains
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  wrapped around the vine lute seemed to pulse
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  in rhythm with my heartbeat, a constant reminder
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  that this battle was over, but the war was far
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  from done. With a deep breath, I focused ahead.
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  Orion awaited, and I would see this through.
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  The beasts was contained, my friends were safe,
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  and now it was time to deliver the chaos back
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  into Cap. capable hands. When I had returned
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  to the Luan Academy, Orion was already waiting.
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  His figure stood rigid in the dim light of the
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  courtyard, sleeves of his robe hanging perfectly
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  straight. His posture exactly as always, but
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  his face bore a solemn look that immediately
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  made my chest tighten. He didn't need words to
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  know what had happened. He already knew, somehow
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  impossibly. He knew about the chaos we had just
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  endured, about Vineloot's attack, and about how
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  close we had come to being hurt. His eyes met
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  mine calm, yet piercing, and I could feel the
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  weight of his gaze cutting through every layer
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  of pretense. He returned, he said simply, his
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  voice steady but carrying an unspoken question.
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  Were they safe? Did you all survive? I shifted
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  the prison glyphid slightly, filling the pulse
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  of energy from Vineloot inside. Yes, I said,
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  my voice firm, but carrying the fatigue and relief
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  that clung to me. Vineloot is contained, Myrno
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  is recovering, Luna's handling it. Morien's eyes
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  softened just slightly. A fleeting acknowledgment
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  of danger, we had faced and the choices we had
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  made to protect each other, but even with that
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  small flicker of understanding his presence reminded
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  me, their responsibility didn't end with capturing
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  the beast. The moment we handed over Vineloot,
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  The consequences of everything that had happened
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  would ripple outward, far beyond the courtyard
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  walls. I took a deep breath and stepped closer,
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  the glyphid secure in my grip, the tension in
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  the air was thick. There was a strange comfort
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  in the predictability of Oren's composure. He
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  knew, he understood, and now it was time to relinquish
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  what I had caught into the hands of someone who
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  could truly contain it. Thank you, Stella Farris,
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  for catching this untamable glyph," Orion said,
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  his voice calm but carrying a weight of genuine
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  gratitude. His words settled over me like a warm,
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  steady hand in the mist of chaos. For the first
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  time in hours the tension on my chest loosened
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  just a fraction. I blinked, trying to keep my
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  composure, but the emotions I had been holding
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  in all day, the fear, the relief, the exhaustion,
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  finally broke through. A straight tear slid down
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  my cheek, catching the faint glow of the courtyard
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  lights. I didn't bother wiping it away, somehow
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  in the moment it felt like a release I had been
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  needing. Oren's eyes softened ever so slightly,
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  acknowledging the storm of emotions I had been
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  carrying. Though his expression remained steady.
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  You've done more than just capture a glyph. He
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  continued quietly. You've kept your friends safe,
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  and you've proven your courage under fire. That
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  is no small feat. My chest tightened, and I let
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  out a shaky breath. The battle was over. Fine
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  loot was secure. Marino was healing. For the
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  first time in what felt like forever, I allowed
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  myself to feel the weight of relief wash over
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  me. The tears weren't just... from fear or exhaustion.
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  They were from a recognition that despite everything,
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  we had survived and we had done it together.
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  And that, I think, was the most important lesson
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  that I learned out of this very riveting tale
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  that I just told you, is that friendship is everything.
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  The people around you that you love are everything.
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  And if you don't have that, then what do you
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  have? Well, this is another episode of the monster
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  catcher's journal podcast, and I'm sorry that
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  it was so Short But we do have one more thing
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  to do before I leave Because we need to get into
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  my filled report notes filled notes name but
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  vinyl or vanilla, sorry I don't know why I keep
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  going on vine loot. It's not vine loot, it's
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  vinyl loot. Type. Grass. Dark. Form. Plant -like
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  creature made of twisting vines with a large
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  six -sided dice as its head. Each roll of the
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  die alters its behavior and powers. Abilities.
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  Dice bloom. Randomly activates one of the six
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  different vine -based abilities. Thorn Toss.
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  Launches spike seeds in a wild arc. Luck sneer.
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  The higher its die rolls, the stronger its trap.
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  Behavior. Playful, chaotic, thrives in abandoned
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  places where nature and forgotten chance meet.
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  Love's risk. May play tricks on travelers just
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  to see the reaction. Capture method. Must offer
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  it a gamble, something unexpected. It only respects
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  those willing to roll the die. Vinalut doesn't
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  grow like normal plants. It grows where chance
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  takes root. And if you're lucky, it might just
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  let you in. Bye now!