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[i]Suliss had both hands braced against the ground, soft peat pushing up under its fingernails as it worked its digits in deep. It could feel itself getting closer to The Vein. Rivulets of strange power traced up and down its arms, reflected blurrily in its catlike eyes as does the cascade of lights which emanate from the lens of a multifaceted chauvet. The air was heavy with the strength of The Vein, the uppermost boughs of the looming spruces sagging under the pressure. For ninety kilometers, the pressure could be felt as a throbbing ache deep in the bones of every living thing. It was tearing at the life of the forest itself, making it squirm and writhe with the psychic trauma of having its natural life sapped and twisted for the purposes of a sick mind.[/i]