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Deep within the forest, he scoured the ranks of demon beasts, sifting through generations of mutations and latent abilities. Eventually, he found them—creatures with a natural affinity for space. At first, they were weak, their talents underdeveloped, their grasp of spatial manipulation crude at best. But that would change.

He initiated a project, an experiment of selective breeding and forced evolution. Through careful cultivation, he guided their development, ensuring that with each successive generation, their affinity for space grew stronger, their abilities refined. What was once a mere flicker of talent soon became an innate force, woven into their very being.

And then, when his work bore fruit—when one side of his cursed forest had become a breeding ground for creatures steeped in spatial energy—he claimed his reward.

There was no celebration for their newfound strength. No era of prosperity for the race that had unknowingly served his purpose.