The group had not traveled far when they heard shrieks echoing from ahead, accompanied by the intensely satisfied sounds of withered vines and ancient trees gorging on flesh and blood. Sweeping their spiritual sense outward to take a look, the scene revealed to them made everyone's expressions drain of color.
Ahead was a chaotic tangle of withered vines and ancient trees dancing wildly. Their branches were no longer a withered dark red, but a plump, vibrant crimson as if filled to bursting with blood. Meanwhile, more than a dozen black skeletal frames and a floor littered with gore bore silent testimony to just how brutal the carnage here had been.
That screaming seemed to be coming from one of the woody shoots of the vines. That particular shoot was immensely bloated, making it obvious that a living person trapped inside had yet to be fully digested.
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