The Rosarium (1)

Ren glimpsed a massive mushroom field unfolding in front of him. The big, ice-white caps and gently moving mycelium were quite a view, standing out against the distant skyline.

The sky above was cloudy. A gust of wind blew, and light spores jumped from under the mushroom caps, taken away by the breeze.

In the Polluted Zone, the more gorgeous something looked, the more perilous it usually was.

The sight brought back some of Ren's toughest memories. He had lost everything he loved in a similar spore-filled Polluted Zone.

He vividly remembered the sky full of spores, the ground covered in bodies, and the terrible situation he was in.

Looking at the pure white mushrooms, Ren slowly and quietly stepped back. He bumped into the cold brick wall of a street corner, noticing that he was sweating heavily.