"This... is it really okay?" Gall peered through the crack in the door, gazing anxiously at the scene inside the room, "It looks almost like it's about to be devoured."
Nova and Night Owl beside him also could not provide an answer.
Ivan's room had now completely transformed. Dense white mycelium filled every corner, even sealing the windows shut.
At the center of the room, a giant cocoon made of layer upon layer of mycelium stood. Ivan's body was wrapped within, only his face exposed, maintaining that expression of absolute calmness that comes with deep coma.
No longer needing care from others, the fungal mat sustained Ivan's physical vitality.
Number Ten was also within the cocoon, maintaining a deep connection with Ivan for an extended period.
Orcus stood guard outside the door, his presence reassuring the other three members of the Silver Thorn Squad.
