Mycellium had not slept. It never slept, after all, but it slept even less this night. Less than none? It was a confusing problem, not one Mycellium had the capacity of mind to consider. All it knew was that so much beautiful fungus, so much life... Was gone, destroyed. And for what sake? So that this band of "heroes" would continue their journeys? Assuming they would allow him to spread spores anywhere, would it ever make up for this devastating blow? Perhaps not. A slow "mwomp" sound came forth from Mycellium's strange maw, almost pensive.

That was when it viewed the stranger approaching. With a loud "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHMAHAHAHMMMMMMMMMMMMM" it screeched out like a horn, alerting the others.