Mutated Vegetation

The clearing was a strange, almost surreal sight. Dozens of mutated plants were growing there wildly. While some were thriving, others seemed to be struggling to stay alive with the virus that was changing its very core from deep within.

The air was thick with an unnatural energy, with a mixture of decay and life. Some plants were glowing faintly, casting a soft luminescence over the ground. But then there were others that were surrounded by a sort of darkness that signaled their closeness to end.

Grace crouched beside a cluster of vines that were pulsing with a faint, rhythmic glow. The leaves were shimmering, and their surfaces were covered in what looked like liquid silver.

[Master, almost all of them are dying, even the ones looking like they are thriving. You need to shift them inside the space immediately.] 2025's voice chimed in her head.