E.3.2

“You fed what waits beneath the monolith. It remembers you. It offers nothing. The bond remains.”

Their necks rotate with a wet grind. Mushrooms growing through the joints bend, split, and leak into the seams. The first faces return.

“The mist demands a toll. We are only vessels.”

Choose your toll:

• Food → E.3.4
• Water → E.3.5
• Blood → E.3.6
• Nothing → E.3.7