His eyes, both pupils and whites alike, were a deep, ghostly green.
Previously, Angel had merely assumed it was an organ mutation caused by assimilation. But upon closer inspection, he discovered that the color of the man's eyes was almost identical to the green mist around them.
Moreover, that green glimmered faintly, with traces of movement flowing through it.
"Could there be this same green mist inside his body?"
Though he still had no way to confirm it, the moment the thought arose, Angel was already certain in his heart that this might be the crux of the problem.
But even if he had found the crux, how was he supposed to prescribe the right remedy?
Angel hesitated, then turned his gaze toward the little fellows. They had eaten their fill and looked rather languid.
Could they do it? Angel did not know the answer, but he still decided to let them give it a try.
Their intelligence was simply too low. Angel explained for quite some time before the little fellows reluctantly hopped onto the man assimilated by mycelium.
Perhaps due to their innate aversion to humans, they were clearly very uneasy atop the man, constantly wanting to flee.
Angel kept guiding them, and after dawdling for several minutes, they finally moved, unwillingly.
They opened their mouths—tender mouthparts whose teeth had not even fully grown in.
They bit directly into the man's neck... yet they did not break the skin.
They bit several more times, trying several different places, but still could not pierce his skin. They could only turn their mushroom caps around, open their mouths, and blow saliva bubbles at Angel, seemingly trying to convey that there was nothing they could do.
Angel thought for a moment, then controlled Phantom Limb to lightly slash across the man's