[Dragon Fighting in the Wild] released the parasitic tendon bundle in his hand.
The large stretch of insect membrane he had pulled up slowly settled back into place, and the dark red tissue beneath it unfolded as well.
He stared at the point where the two connected, his expression somewhat grim.
He had come within a hair's breadth of tearing apart the still-living Titan tissue below.
The Divine Body Weaver crawled closer, slipping its slender limbs into the gap and secreting pale markers along the edge of the insect membrane. Following the marks downward, Dragon Fighting in the Wild realized that the parasitic tendon bundle had burrowed deep into the folds and was far larger than the portion exposed outside.
Yellow-green acidic mist surged in again.
He took two steps back, shielding the Weaver behind him as droplets of mist landed on his shoulder armor, corroding a scattering of tiny holes into it.
Dharma King and Brute Force descended from above, but neither rushed to attack.
The sides of the passage were covered in swollen acid sacs, their openings aimed toward the center as they continuously spewed corrosive mist. The membrane layer below was packed with parasites, their dense jointed limbs appearing and disappearing in the fog.
Going around them would not have been difficult.
But the area mission required them to clear the lesion and restore the alveoli clusters along the route. If they left this place intact, the Weaver could not continue its repairs, and the transport teams behind them would have to risk passing over the acidic mist trip after trip.
"They've all grown together below. The Weaver will mark the parts that can be removed."
He pointed at a vent on the right.
"Stop the mist nearby first, then let it go in and take a