Weren't the damn things supposed to grow on the bodies of the Bog Golems?
Could it be that they had operated under a misunderstanding all this time?
Nero trembled as the thought was further cemented in his mind. Perhaps the fungus had originated from this strange island filled with all sorts of colorful fungi.
That was much more reasonable, the more he thought about it.
Nero pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, then slowly to his feet. His body protested every movement, but he ignored it. There would be time to rest later, after—
Footsteps.
Heavy, ponderous footsteps that made the ground tremble with each impact.
Nero's head snapped around just as the Bog Golem came into view around a cluster of massive mushrooms. The creature's glowing red eyes fixed on him with a madness that sent ice through his veins.
Then it roared.
