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It started like any other day at the Ravaged Coast—quiet, calm, and a little too peaceful. Que y sus amigos were busy with typical Sylvaneth business: enjoying the breeze, admiring strategic leaf-movement, and discussing whether roots have feelings. Unfortunately, their relaxed debate about existential plant questions was interrupted by an unexpected arrival: the Followers of Agonizel, who decided that today was just perfect for a raid.
At first glance, it was clear the groups weren’t exactly going to bond over tea. It certainly didn't help that Que insisted on proper introduction. Shouting "Que?!" repeatedly —unsurprisingly—failed to clarify things. While Que stood there, overthinking the perfect battle strategy, Los Arcos lost patience and charged straight into action. Surprisingly, their impulsive decision worked, and the first demon fell. For a brief moment, it seemed like a clever move... until, of course, it wasn't.
Quickly regrouping, the demons attacked with renewed enthusiasm. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Anacardo politely asked the forest for backup, and it happily obliged. Roots sprouted from the ground, and branches swung enthusiastically, turning the invaders' straightforward raid into an obstacle course. Dryads watched from the shadows, silently hoping Los Arcos knew what they were doing—though clearly, they didn’t.
As the battle continued, it became obvious this would be a long fight. The Followers of Agonizel soon discovered the forest wasn't just a scenic backdrop but an active participant, throwing barriers in their path and slowing them down at every opportunity. On the other side, the nimble Poletušky gracefully shot enchanted arrows between the trees, clearly aiming for style points, while Las Espadas fought with enthusiasm usually reserved for enthusiastic woodcutters.
With each passing moment, however, the Sylvaneth grew visibly weaker. Roots that once grabbed firmly now only gave weak tugs, and even Anacardo had to personally step into the chaos, sensing the forest’s power fading.
Eventually, the battle ended, leaving only silence, fallen branches, and exhausted Sylvaneth leaning against literally the last standing tree. The Followers of Agonizel got their prize, leaving Que and his friends to assess the damage. The losses would take time to heal, but at least El Antiguo remained upright, probably sighing quietly to itself, knowing this likely wouldn't be their last rough day.