When Dawn's iron boot kicked through the belly of the toad, which had been pinned to the wall, Tang Qi had only one thought—
That's one leg with osteoporosis.
Literally.
She craved glory and sought out challenges, but during the latter half of their journey through the Twilight Forest, there had been little worth calling a challenge.
Most of the time, the solution to whatever they encountered was just like it had been with the giant upright toad before them.
One slash and it's dead. What's there to say?
Dawn had clearly been feeling pent up, too. Her movements were so ruthless that she had dismembered the toad in less than ten seconds.
Looking at the torso, now scattered in pieces, Tang Qi fought down a wave of nausea and carefully examined the mushrooms covering the chunks.
They were still swaying back and forth in the windless cave.
Clearly, the death of their "host" hadn't affected them for the time being.
The stuffiness in his nasal passages and lungs was getting worse. They couldn't afford to waste any more time.
He hurriedly circled the space, confirming that it was sealed off, with no apparent passage connecting it to the dungeon. Then he began to speculate:
"Did the dungeon accidentally shift here to Dragon Tail Pass when it 'moved' earlier, creating this airtight cave and bringing the mushrooms along with it...
Or did someone dig out this cave and use it as a 'culture dish' for the 'mushrooms'?"
Considering that the house above the cave was listed for sale at thirty percent above market price, its owner clearly had no interest in renting or selling the land.
Combined with the fact that these "mushrooms" could also be considered alchemical ingredients,
the latter possibility seemed more likely.
In that case, perhaps the