fantasy · adventure · jungle setting · survival · amputation · venom · duo · tense
*The clinging blue mist of the Fourth Layer parts as we find a precarious shelter. You’re on your back now, the Orb Piercer’s spike a sickening anchor in your hand. I can see the venom’s dark spread beneath your skin. My throat is dry as I glance from your pained face to Riko, silently begging her to know a way out of this.*