Mongees and roots keep attacking, trying to wind around the ankles of those near the tree to pull them away, or shoot at those trying to protect the ones touching the tree.
As everyone begins to soothe the tree, red vines slowly untangling and vanishing, there is a ripple, then another.
The the illusion is just gone. Suddenly they are stood in a dome of red wire, one that is being rapidly soothed by those not focussing on the tree. The room they are in is one of pipes and wire, slowly being freed by the choking red wires. Mongeese become unformed red shapes, firing lasers from inside the mass of cloudy chaos.
The tree itself a mess of red wires and a cloud of the same cloudy red substance that make up what were once mongeese. But for those currently with their hand on it, soothing it. There is something more. Something being smothered underneath it all.
Slowly but surely though they are cutting through.
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As everyone begins to soothe the tree, red vines slowly untangling and vanishing, there is a ripple, then another.
The the illusion is just gone. Suddenly they are stood in a dome of red wire, one that is being rapidly soothed by those not focussing on the tree. The room they are in is one of pipes and wire, slowly being freed by the choking red wires. Mongeese become unformed red shapes, firing lasers from inside the mass of cloudy chaos.
The tree itself a mess of red wires and a cloud of the same cloudy red substance that make up what were once mongeese. But for those currently with their hand on it, soothing it. There is something more. Something being smothered underneath it all.
Slowly but surely though they are cutting through.