Noirette flashed two peace signs at Blanchette, her fingers splayed wide in a gesture that cut through the humid air of the mushroom biome.
"I filtered the spores from my breathing system with Malleable Essence," she said, her voice steady despite the faint rasp lingering in her throat.
Blanchette chuckled. "What did it take for you to achieve that?"
The biome stretched north alongside their path, a vast expanse of towering stalks and clustered caps that released lazy drifts of phosphorescent dust into the air.
Noirette pulled the marked tome from her backpack.
She flipped it open while walking, her free hand weaving her pen with endless ink.
Words flowed from her in steady script, expanding on the digitalization of Fathomi.
She inscribed possible methods for detection, paths that she could no longer tested because she no longer had access to her skills and divine portfolio.
