[ The magic moves through the thing in the same way that the sound had, bouncing over surfaces to give a picture of the inside of the know of roots.
It’s distorted, hard and brittle where softer skin ought to be, and curled in upon itself, but it’s a body. Three of them, to be exact. Two very small and one larger. The larger of the three hangs in the centre of the thing, suspended by vines. The source of all of them.
In the distance, something heavy scrapes over the ground. The hunt is over. ]
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It’s distorted, hard and brittle where softer skin ought to be, and curled in upon itself, but it’s a body. Three of them, to be exact. Two very small and one larger. The larger of the three hangs in the centre of the thing, suspended by vines. The source of all of them.
In the distance, something heavy scrapes over the ground. The hunt is over. ]