What did a great wave of viscous fungal mat amount to in a world-ending calamity where even the sky had begun to burn? At most, it was no more than a little stream in a flood. Under such pressure, even the Overmind's mind inevitably took a considerable blow. The immense wave of fungal mat she had raised vanished in an instant. The swarms of insects hidden within it sank back into the ground, disappearing without a trace.
The Overmind's juvenile form landed on the fungal mat. Instinctively, she put some distance between herself and the fiend standing beneath the fiery-red sky. She tried to dig a hole and burrow into it, but had barely started when another version of herself shoved her back out.
"This is my territory!" Xia Li shouted. "Find somewhere else! Shells don't land in the same crater twice. It's common sense!"
"If only they really were shells," the Overmind's juvenile form grumbled.
"Yeah... I'm just making a last stand, anyway."
"You're on the verge of death, and you can still laugh?"
"Because I'm on the verge of death, I have to laugh as much as I can while I still can!" Xia Li smiled, gazing up at the spectacular phenomenon in the sky with longing. At the same time, she let the fungal mat cover her feet, as if it might give her the slightest sense of security.
Her expression was remarkably serene, but the Overmind thought she was clearly giving up and letting herself go.
Then Xia Li said, "The sky's started burning. What kind of ultimate move is this supposed to be? I've never heard of a mental technique with anything like this in mind."
"That only proves you know far too little about the occult," the juvenile Overmind consciousness replied bluntly.
"So you