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Not the restless boredom of a farmer’s son, but the hollow, itchy boredom of a hero with no wars left to win. He still wore the muddy boots and the tarnished axe on his belt, but the townsfolk no longer whispered his name. They’d moved on to celebrating new heroes: the knight who killed a wyvern, the baker who foiled a tax plot.

“You have two choices,” the Gardener said. “Stay here as my living root—your body feeding a new beanstalk to link the worlds in peace. Or return home and watch the Silent Giants fold your kingdom into a single, silent stone.” jack and the giant slayer 2

The Gardener gasped. “You… you didn’t fight. The Vault only demands silence from those who bring war. You brought surrender.” Not the restless boredom of a farmer’s son,

“I am the Gardener,” she whispered. “And you, Jack, are the weed.” “You have two choices,” the Gardener said

“Told you I wasn’t done,” Jack said.

The Gardener tilted her head. “A weed that chooses the soil? Unusual.”