INTERIOR. DUNGEON. BARELY LIT.

Champiñongo is squatting over the messy sand, they raise their right hand and a translucent slime stretches from their fingers to the ground, forming sheets of organic matter, melting with the sand and the ground.

Champiñongo thinks:

SHIT.

THESE BASTARDS…

…THEY DID IT.

NOW, THEY’LL BE PART OF ME.

FOREVER.