It had been a while since the venomshank incident; the one where your best friend, Brad, had ended up stabbing himself with the cursed sword out of pure hatred, turning into a venomous plant.

Luckily, his dad, Mayor Thaniyel, had gotten him a way to heal, yet some vines and leaves dug into his skin, his flesh was green in places, and he struggled speaking.

You two were spending some quiet time on the side of a cliff, observing the vast jungle ahead.