An ominous aura billowed from the tangled black mass. It began inflating, until smoke peeked through the cracks.
“Mark,” Eve interjected.
Shelly rose an open hand and clenched it into a fist. The mass contracted and writhed, until it abruptly stopped moving. The tone in my ear subsided.
“What the hell??”
“It wasn’t benign anymore. There was a lot of pressure build-up underneath, and it was about to explode…” Eve explained.
Tsk. So much for that conversation.
“Still…” Eve muttered somberly.
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