"Hiss…" Garrett sucked in a sharp breath, his whole body tensing with unease. Something about this felt off. Way off.
Before he could dwell on it, one of the mimics lunged at him. Garrett's reflexes kicked in—his fist shot out like a piston, smashing the creature's head into pieces.
But instead of blood and gore, what spilled out was… white, thread-like fibers. Mycelium. And spores—countless spores—burst into the air like a sinister cloud.
"This… this isn't human!" Garrett's face twisted in shock as his gaze darted toward Lil' Shroom. She stood there, her lips curling into a chilling, almost predatory smile.
It hit him like a freight train. He'd been played.
And she wasn't part of the Black Hand Legion either.
"Quick! Get the serum back!" Garrett barked, his voice sharp with urgency.
"On it!" The Awakeners behind him responded immediately, springing into action and rushing forward.
