Echoes of Ruin
Vines.
Thick, dark, knotted like dried roots, they burst from the wall in a sudden flash of green and black growth. Curled over each other, the vines blocked our path, flexing faintly as they swelled in our direction, and bristled with thorns oozing a liquid that looked a lot like poison.
“Oh, shit,” I said, backpedaling on instinct. Caelum reached for his sword. Elias raised his hand to summon light.
And then—