His touch is cold. It's cold and lonely and so, so full of longing. But there is not a trace of the Forest's magic, no corruption to withstand. It is the touch of death, yes, but more of a natural, pure death. Nothing like what he's seen or felt from the woods at all.
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His touch is cold. It's cold and lonely and so, so full of longing. But there is not a trace of the Forest's magic, no corruption to withstand. It is the touch of death, yes, but more of a natural, pure death. Nothing like what he's seen or felt from the woods at all.