LeonToralla
While resting the herald noticed something... off about the planet he found himself on. “...what’s all this black goo? And how did it get on my clothes?” Thirty minutes later. “...and this is our planet. What do you think?” “...if we’re now one being, does that mean I’m talking to myself?” “We’re not one being, but we do inhabit the same body. You through a soul, me through symbiosis. So no, you are not talking to yourself, you’re talking to me.” Out in space around the planet. “...does anyone else notice that the surface of the planet is moving?” “...yep.” “Yes, I see the same.” “I am groot.” “...we should go, this is a very bad place.” “What? Why? What about the herald?” “The herald is going to be a slime creatures food in a moment. And the planet is made of those slimes. If you get infected with one, you will do the craziest of things and eventually it will consume you and move on to someone else.” “...how do you know that?” “I’m older than I look.” “Really? What kind of moisturizer do you use? You look great.” “Agreed, lets go somewhere else and you can tell us all about it.” “...women.” The men all nod their heads... and groot. Hidden from the guardians, a silhouette is barely viaible. “Let us look at what would have happened if they had gone down... ha ha ha. I love it. ‘We are groot’. Just perfect.”