This corruption... seeps into my limbs, my roots. I am not the only one. Other ancients... have felt this corruption as well. One of my oldest friends... Sunderbark... the corruption has broken him, made him a creature of rage and pain. It is... too late to save him, now. Go to the corrupted pool to the east... strike the corrupted tree and he will come. Take this seed... and plant it in his remains when the deed is done. With care... something good can still grow from this sorrow.
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