~DREX~
The Serpent's lair loomed before me like a forgotten relic of an age long past, shrouded in thick, twisting vines and dense foliage that seemed to pulse with dark magic. The air was heavy with the scent of earth and decay, the weight of the Serpent's ancient power still clinging to the very stone. My scythe gleamed in the dim light as I raised it, slashing through the growth with ease, but as soon as the blade met the vines, they writhed and twisted, reforming almost instantly, like a wound knitting itself back together.
