It was cold when Lee Seng's eyes opened. He was lying in a fetal position, staring straight up through the canopies of the forest. It was nighttime and a dying campfire popped. Lee Seng slowly sat up, noticing something move around him. A tendril snaked back into his body, reassuming his normal form, again. He lifted his hands up, moving them and noticing a sticky substance on him.
'What's going on?' Lee Seng thought. There was no audible answer.
[A Fragment of the Broodmother has been slain. The truth unravels…]
