Kellen had already had to fight off several plants from trying to swipe him from his feet, steal his bag, and to wrap around him. It was horrifying to realise that the forest he had been walking through during the night had a damn second phase.
It was alive before, but now it was awake.
Kellen stopped slicing and dicing the pitcher plants, more because he had a sneaking suspicion they would fight back now. He also noticed how the forest was getting denser, the trees closer together, harder to move through without touching them. Kellen did so, but he could see how this could be difficult for a group.
He kept moving, following the trail made by his people, but at a severely reduced pace. Kellen had a feeling that they might have had the same issue that he was because the next camp wasn't too far away.
