Claimed by the Alphas
Soon, the growing mushrooms decide to prove they aren’t completely useless because the light they create illuminates what looks like the very roots I’m looking for.
“Those things aren’t real trees, this place reeks of death and hunger,” Atlas snarls so loud, I jump.
“Great, just what I needed - hangry trees,” I mutter.
When Ragh catches up with me, he doesn’t bother trailing after me and instead matches my stride, looking around with a bored expression. “These roots connect many realms and they’re not hangry, whatever it’s supposed to mean. The roots feed on balance and judging by how drastically the feeling is changing, I assume your presence disturbs that balance. I wonder if your child ca
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