Chapter 27 - Manabloom

Trees loomed around the pair as they pushed further down what used to be an Old Town street. Oddly enough, the newly grown flora was fungus free, unlike the infestation Craig and Domison had witnessed closer to the black-glassed wasteland. The facade of storefronts and street-level apartments could barely be made out underneath a tight wrap of purple vines and every great once in a while Domison could make out the faint light of a streetlamp escaping from beneath the constricting plant life.