[ Beside her, there's a quick flash of pale light, before Jace brings his seraph blade down through those vines. The ends he cuts off blacken and shrivel as soon as they're separated, while the living ends retreat back up the tree. Jace's hard stare follows them.

They haven't been here long enough to get even half of what they need, and he's already sick of it. Already he can hear the vines rustling in the trees, like they're gearing up for a fresh attack. Moving quickly, he lowers the blade and turns to Dom, nodding his head forward. ]

You aren't wrong. This whole place is out to kill us. Anything that bites us once isn't staying alive to do it twice.

Are you coming?

[ He's already on the move, looking back to make sure she's coming. ]