The air was damp thick and rancid, a suffocating blend of rotting foliage, ammonia sharpness, and the eye-watering reek of feces left to fester. The jungle here was a squalid tangle, a writhing mass of vegetation drunk on its own decay. Gnarled roots bulged from the muck like the veins of some diseased giant, their surfaces glistening with slime and the piss of the goblins.
The very ground seemed to be breathing as it was releasing the hot, wet stench.
The undergrowth was a riot of bizarre forms. Broad, leathery leaves unfurled from thick, thorny vines that snaked across the ground and climbed the colossal trees.
Pulsating, some instances of bioluminescent fungi clung to decaying logs, casting an eerie, otherworldly glow in the deeper shadows.
