Chapter 154: Infection, Part 2

Morne was having a hard time gauging how perceptive this monster was.

While he didn't have any proof, he was sure that it had sensed them before somehow, but now they were only a few feet away and it had yet to react to their presence at all.

Essenla waved him down, and when she got his attention, pointed at his spear, then at the mushroom on the thing's back.

Morne nodded. The mushroom was likely a weak spot.

Creeping even closer, until he was within thrusting range, he took a quiet breath and pierced forward with his spear, burying the blade, and then the pole into the mushroom as far as the spear would go.

Green pus exploded out, splattering the dirt and his armor and making him thankful that his armor didn't have seams.

Morne expected a roar of pain, or a bloodcurdling screech, or any sound, really, but the monster just kept chewing away at the tree root.