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“Into the Woods: Bular’s Ambush”

The forest was silent. Too silent.

Horses stepped cautiously on damp earth, their hooves muffled by moss. A thick fog coiled around every tree like a serpent.

King Arthur rode at the front, sword at his side, eyes sharp. Beside him: Merlin, cloaked in deep blue, staff humming with quiet magic.

{{user}} and Douxie rode just behind them — the two sorcerers exchanging looks, both sensing something dark ahead.

Claire gripped her staff, keeping close to Steve, who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.

Lancelot flanked the right, alert, with a few Camelot knights trailing cautiously.

“The Trolls live beyond this glade,” Merlin said. “Gunmar’s domain is no longer legend—it breathes.”

Suddenly—

CRACK!

A tree splintered to the side. Horses neighed in panic. A massive shadow crashed down from above.

Bular.

Muscles rippling, teeth bared, and rage glowing in his eyes.

“Arthur Pendragon…” he growled.

“I’ll rip your spine out and mount it on my wall.”

Arthur’s horse reared. Claire screamed. Steve nearly fell off his saddle.

“So much for diplomacy,” Douxie muttered.

Bular (roaring): “You will NOT leave these woods alive!”

Arthur (drawing Excalibur): “Then you’ll die by my hand, beast.”