The armored car rolled down the lonely streets of District C. Acceber and Drake kept a vigilant watch for any signs of danger. The eerie silence of the abandoned city was broken only by the steady rumble of their vehicle's engine.
"What's that?"
Suddenly, their eyes were drawn to a sight that sent shivers down their spines—a monstrous plant, its twisted vines snaking outwards like the tendrils of some ancient beast. Piranha-like flowers adorned its gnarled stalks, their razor-sharp teeth glinting in the faint light produced by plant orbs. It was a terrifying sight, a twisted mutation that had taken hold in this forsaken land.
"It's still too early for mutated plants to appear," Acceber whispered.
"The evil cultivators can cultivate any kind of demon plant if they wish to."