With the nimbleness of a cat, he fell from the skies and into the darkness, landing on a large vine.
The vine itself was thick, ridiculously so, as wide as a sidewalk, long thorns tearing out of its fibrous flesh, towering and sharp, dripping with potent poison that corroded everything it touched.
He'd landed quite a distance away from any thorn, yet merely breathing air infected by it made him dizzy, the poison corrupting the aether around him into a twisted mess he couldn't control.
In a single second, he was already at a disadvantage.
Runes assembled across his gaze and his sense of sight sharpened, allowing him to truly lay eyes on the ball of dark vines in the depths below, and, more importantly, the corpse at its core.
It was entirely naked and featureless, with no genitalia to indicate its former gender, no hair or anything of the like.
Its skin was a dark, rotten purple, lined with emerald veins of pus as parts of its body sagged and bulged like overgrown tumors.
