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Alaric, a wizard whose silver robes shimmered with temporal energy, had spent centuries observing how human actions shaped the natural world. His time machine, a crystalline sphere humming with ancient magic, was designed not for adventure but for quiet study of endangered species across eras. One misty morning, he materialised in the Sundarbans, a vast mangrove forest where a rare Bengal tiger had been spotted. The tiger, a solitary creature, was the last of its kind in this region, and Alaric hoped to witness its survival. However, as he stepped out of the sphere, a shimmering net of green light snapped shut around him, trapping him inside a magical cage.
The trap had been set by a rogue sorcerer who believed that preserving endangered species was a foolish distraction from human progress. "Your kind wastes magic on beasts that cannot speak," the sorcerer sneered, his voice echoing through the trees. "Words of conservation mean nothing when forests are cleared for profit." Alaric realised that the sorcerer had also captured the tiger, planning to sell it to a collector who cared nothing for its extinction. The wizard knew that escape required more than spells; it demanded decisive action. He began to analyse the trap's magical structure, noting that it was powered by the sorcerer's own arrogance.
