Fang Hong grabbed onto a stalactite and swung agilely to the other side of the cliff, landing on a small raised platform of stone. He swayed slightly upon landing, nearly straining his back. Naturally, he wasn't as graceful as the Lizardmen, but far better than a Papalarian who might have crashed into a wall.
The party of four watched as a massive fungal cap slowly moved forward, resembling a floating island with its purple land covered in white scales, trailing luminous mycelium beneath it, taking sluggish steps through the ravine.
Fang Hong took a second look. These odd and wonderful creatures of Eteliria were astonishing, their bizarre appearances seemed like fantasies projected from the real world.
