I didn't realize the jungle was moving until the very trees around us bowed. And I don't mean that as a joke… they literally bent, creaking and groaning like old men with old bones. Their branches folded toward the ground, the vines unraveling like ribbons at my feet.
In front of us, the path opened, as the jungle forged a new route for us. And one that I hadn't seen before.
Apparently, something wanted me to go deeper into the jungle.
"Should I be concerned?" I asked, glancing back at Papa Khaos. I mean, there was only so much crazy that I could take, and bowing trees and a sentient jungle was one of them. What can I say? I have a weird line.
Sentient jungle? Hell no.
Sentient house? Sure! That sounds like a good idea.
Papa Khaos was following like a man on a casual stroll, twirling a vine around his fingers like it was a string of pearls. "Only if they start singing. Or—worse—offering gluten-free muffins. I don't suggest you try them. Dry as all get out."
