The branch, was severed, shriveling into withered vine husks. Just as they had a chance to make sure whatever that thing was was actually dead, a loud series of explosives went off in the distance, like fireworks on a murky night, just flashes of dull flames and smoke. There was that terrible roar again, something that extended beyond human comprehension, the feeling of disease as the fog once again shifted to a bright green, the aftermath of the explosion knocking both Dylon and Gretchen off their feet, sending them reeling back with the debris and green and green-

- Darkness.

They would both wake up in the infirmary, sharing a room divided by a partition. It looked like they were mostly patched up, and other than a slight ringing in their ears, it looked like they had survived. Someone must have picked them up on the way out, finally.

However, sometimes when they closed their eyes, they would still see just a faint scattering of green.

Beejoux
Gretchen is now intermediate! Her coat will be delivered to her in a nice box in her room!


Bittiface
Dylon is now intermediate! Her coat will be delivered to her in a nice box in her room!