v) Before the group’s eyes, the mushroomy flesh peels away


Before the group’s eyes, the mushroomy flesh peels away. It bubbles, gently, like a simmering soup, then rises into the air like a foul vapour.

“Maybe this is what made the miasma around the dome,” Cang says, trying not to cough.

Shyan drags Fassn’s prone form away from the melting puffball mushroom.

Soon, a viscous smog fills the clearing.

Fighting a retch, Shyan says to Cang, “This is like the dome.”

Vision obscured, Burbaloo calls out, “Mr. Jashenzizok!”

A voice through the swirling corruption. “I’m here, Burbaloo!”

The smokey putrescence soon lifts, revealing a short human man with a beefy, solid build. His head has two ugly gouges for eyes, and a ragged slit for a mouth. Otherwise, it’s the perfect image of a puffball mushroom.

“Uh…” says Burbaloo.


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