| Detail | - Hanging unobtrusively among the trees, the dark-green creepers appear
scarcely alive, remaining still and patient. Sharp barbs protrude from the
ends, and the bark of the creature is covered by a sticky paste that smells
of rotting fruit. Its corrupted, malignant soul festers in the darkest
spaces of forest country, awaiting its next victim, craving for its blood.
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