Dry Twig from Necros Forest Floor

A brittle, dead twig cracks underfoot in the dimly lit Necros underbrush, its dry wood snapping with a brittle report that draws Peri and the Doctor’s attention as they move cautiously through the engineered forest. Its rough texture contrasts with the unnaturally lush foliage surrounding them—each break in the silence punctuated by such mundane, earthy sounds heightens the tension, foreshadowing the corrupted environment’s latent hostility. The deformed man reacts to the sound with violent immediacy, as if the forest itself has pulsed a warning.