As strange and most likely monstrous as the great glowing mushroom is, you don't want to rip down a natural wonder for the sake of glory or to assert your dominance over the monsters of this region. Such things are beneath you, a towering titan of tree-shroom like this should be celebrated and memorialized. Perhaps, if you have time later, and some filter masks available, you'll bring one of your court-painters down here to have it immortalized upon the canvas.
For now, however, the little gremlin troublemaker that gave your father so many headaches in your youth has resurfaced and demands to know something important.
If the giant mushroom is so shiny that it glows, surely it must have something equally shiny in its branches, no?
"We probably don't want to camp to close to this thing," Astra advises, her eyes drifting along the clouds of glimmering spores that surround the titanoshroom. You've paid them little mind as your heart chakra has burnt them all away, but to someone more ordinary than you... "If nothing else, this many spores are gonna make a mess of the lungs and- wait, what are you doing?"
She's caught you in an embrace of the tree trunk, much as you had wrapped your arms around the fruit bearing mushrooms earlier.
"Oh no." Her eyes grow wide in concern. She looks to the wolf and says, "Mr. Pupper, I think the mind-slaver spores have gotten to your boss. You need to grab her cloak and drag her away so that we can detox her and-"
"It's nothing so dangerous," you tell her. "I just want to see if there's something shiny."
"What?" Astra doesn't understand what you just said.
You pay her question no mind, and begin to vibrate your arms. In turn, the great tree trunk also begins to vibrate, and with it a great buzzing fills the air of the cavern, echoing off the walls and filling it with sound from the lake to the village to the falls from whence you came.
"What." Astra stares up at the vibrating tree with a blank and disbelieving expression.
The pupper makes a sympathetic noise, placing an understanding paw upon her shoulder.
The cloud of spores is blown away by the vibrations in the air, sending a wave of light being sent across the canopy of the mushroom forest. For near a minute nothing more happens. But then, with a satisfying thud, a single fruit falls from its branches and lands a few meters from you.
Unlike the previous fruit, you can feel the magic pulsing through this one. It is as though ten thousand and one years of prana, lifesblood, and orgone that has fallen onto the mycelium floor of the forest has been concentrated into a single lumpy peach. It is certainly a fruit of great and terrible power.
>Consume the fruit and take its power.
>Astra could probably use a power-up to keep up with you.
>Wolves can eat fruit, right? Feed it to the pupper.
>You could probably process this into a batch of potent healing elixirs.
>Split the fruit to share with astra.
>Split the fruit to share between the three of you.
