As the Rum Roller crew catches their breath amidst the wreckage of the Undead Terrasque, the jungle itself turns hostile. Without warning, a stampede of Ancient Dinosaurs erupts from the treeline, driven by a frenzied, unnatural hunger. But the reptiles are only the vanguard. No sooner does the crew repel the beasts than the very flora of the putrid dead zone begins to move. The trees themselves—gnarled, gray-barked sentinels—tear their roots from the soil, lashing out with a coordinated, hive-mind malice.

Will the Rum Rollers survive this one?