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"What did I miss— Handsome?!" Granny Yaga gasped loudly as she saw the new Mark emerge from the lingering flames. He had gained a pair of sturdy wooden antlers on top of a thick coat of deep red leaves, making him look like some kind of dark nature hero. "W-What is this?!"
"I… don't know…" Mark said slowly, staring down at his own hands. They were now covered in hard, skin-like wood that felt both foreign and strangely familiar. "I transformed… Elayne, what is this?"
"I am not completely sure myself, but you… I think it has to do with the fruit you suddenly ate! Why did you have to eat it out of nowhere, Mark? I told you not to!" Elayne's voice carried a mix of worry and mild frustration.
"S-Sorry…" he sighed, looking a little ashamed. "I just wanted to feel more connected with you."
