Roots twisted like sleeping serpents beneath the grove, but as Cinder-ant drew closer to the heart of the tainted sap pool, they pulsed.
“Something lives down there,” Berry-leg whispered.
The fungus-masked envoy nodded. “It was once a guardian spirit of the forest. Now… it is corrupted. A prisoner fed by greed.”
Suddenly, the bark at the center of the grove split open with a thunderous crack. From the fissure rose a towering figure—half tree, half beetle, its eyes oozing sap and sorrow.
“I am the Rootbound,” it groaned. “And I… am hungry.”
Cinder-ant stepped forward.
“No more feeding.”
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