The air was thick with a damp, clayey smell—evidence of rain-soaked earth mixed with the decaying flesh of wild animals. I ducked low behind a twisted tree trunk, my heart pounding in time with the quiet rumble of the surrounding jungle. Rainbow hues of mutated plants shimmered softly as pale shafts of sunlight filtered through the dense foliage above. My previously slow breath quickened as I peered around the gnarled branches to see my enemy. Radix Predatoria, a carnivorous plant named for its roots that writhed like snakes, ready to strike.
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