The path ahead may seem dry, but beneath the surface, something ancient still stirs. In shaded pockets where the Grizzlies rest, a strange fungal bloom has appeared—silver-edged, glowing faintly. It shouldn’t be here. Gather them before the wildlife crushes them underfoot.
They’re still fresh… good. These spores are tied to the cave’s influence. The forest breathes in its corruption—and now, so do you.