Ruknar pointed with one hand, the other clasping the strap of a red knapsack slung on her back.

“In there.” Across a wide expanse of exotic meadow, nestled in the middle of a copse of trees lay a huge shrub some two hundred metres wide and thirty high. Its leaves shone a dark purple that verged on black, contrasting with delicate white flowers.

“The ground underneath is artificially fertilised to allow hyper growth.” She continued, eyes rolled back slightly to access her neural lace.

“I don’t know… It looks prickly, kinda dangerous. Perhaps we should eat?” Light was still wearing his conical party hat and coil blower.

“Come on…I’ll protect you from the big bad plant.” Ruk teased, squeezing what equated to the QV’s cheek in a playful gesture. The squeal of megaphones and increased pulse of music wafting from across the park drew her gaze.

“If not, I’ll have to drag you into the mosh pit instead.”

Light flinched at the sound, and his watery eye darted around in its casing.