Beneath the towering oaks, the roots twisted and turned like ancient serpents. Cinder-ant knelt, placing his antennae close to the soil.
“Can you hear them?” he asked.
The roots seemed to murmur, telling stories of old battles and forgotten allies.
Suddenly, a faint vibration rippled through the ground — a warning or a call for help?
Luma glanced at Cinder-ant, determination shining in her eyes. “We must listen carefully. The forest speaks.”
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