Vilgax jungle

Vilgax trod through thick underbrush just as the stars came out in the night sky. It wasn't as colorful as it was in his memories, though. Nothing was. He pushed aside curtains of of flowers to make his way, and their bulbs oozed venom and diseased ticks over him. Bear traps, spear-pits, and automatic blowguns activated against him. An environment this hostile would have been troublesome even for one of his footsoldiers, but for Vilgax it seemed uncomfortably tame.

- Round 3