You continue ahead, alert to your surroundings, but trying your best to block the horror of the Scar Tribe's barbarism from your thoughts. From body to body, you make your way to what you know is clearly a trap, urged on by the sound of tortured cries you cannot seem to ignore no matter how hard you try. Too late, you notice the sound of taught vines and branches snapping free as the spike under tension swings toward you at waist level.