This was the domain of the Violet Thorn Ravine.
Even before they reached the dungeon gate, they felt it—an oppressive stillness, as though the entire mountain were holding its breath. The air was thick with the scent of wilted flowers and bitter sap, and everywhere, vines curled along the cliffs, twitching faintly like they were alive.
They stopped before a natural arch of twisted roots. Within it glowed the gate, pulsing with a dim, purplish light.
Asher looked at the map.
"This dungeon formed from a dead battlefield between Dryad Queens and the Corrupt Thorn Lords—entities that used parasitic plant law. It's more than just a jungle—it's a graveyard of evolving venom."
Valeris narrowed her eyes, brushing aside a floating petal that seemed to shimmer with poison. "Toxins, venom, blood rot. All passive killing techniques."
Asher glanced to Veyra. "You'll need to adapt fast. Everything here is designed to infect and wear you down."
