[She makes quick work of entrance with magic, but this time there's a groan as if someone or something is in pain.
And when the go inside, there's the body of a man sitting in the chair. His eyes are open, glowing white and blue. His limbs have turned into tree branches and more keep emerging from his abdomen, the origin of all the roots that were in the city to begin with.]
... This. This is not good. Not good at all.
[RIP Mister Mayor man, we didn't know you at all!]
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[She makes quick work of entrance with magic, but this time there's a groan as if someone or something is in pain.
And when the go inside, there's the body of a man sitting in the chair. His eyes are open, glowing white and blue. His limbs have turned into tree branches and more keep emerging from his abdomen, the origin of all the roots that were in the city to begin with.]
... This. This is not good. Not good at all.
[RIP Mister Mayor man, we didn't know you at all!]