You react too late to avoid the stabbing spike, but thankfully dive far enough to prevent it from gutting you completely. You land heavily in the cold mud, blood freely flowing from where the spike gouged into your abdomen. You bite back the pain.

You check the area for additional traps before continuing on. Finally, you spot the flicker of fire through the trees in the distance. Hunching low, you move to a clearer vantage point, where you can make out the shapes of huts and platforms high in the trees. A Scar Tribe village.