Where native foliage has died back or become blighted, massive thorns and briars have taken over and are encroaching, impaling anyone who finds themselves trapped.

They grow right in front of your eyes, pushing through the ground with little warning but a rumble, and they're circling closer and closer around your little shelter. No one can get out, and you're pretty sure these things could even break through the concrete and rebar that's still intact under you. If they get that far, the best you can hope for is a quick death of a thorn through your chest rather than being bled by many or just trapped within the bramble until you starve.

Requires help from: the Scholar