The glistening lights of various hues were sentient. To an extent anyway. These special mobs had lived for a long while now after all. Their sentience was the natural wit that came with age often called wisdom.
But their wisdom was a bit different, it was one driven by the limited instincts.
While each of these mobs could not communicate with the other, they were all thinking similar thoughts, every single one of them.
I'm being threatened!!!
Were the words that continued to reverberate in their minds. They who had overcome many tribulations and faced many nefarious creatures were being threatened by a new unknown.
What is it? How could this happen? These thoughts were pointless. The calculating mushrooms, therefore, did not ask themselves this question. The only question that their collective minds were able to think of was how to stop it.
