Whoever said that size does not matter should reconsider.
It absolutely did.
Just the sight of an infinitely larger monster made the mushfolks almost pee themselves in fright.
This tribe, city or tiny nest, whatever you may call it, was much different than the rest.
The residents here didn't come swinging with the weapons and attacking methods. No.
They ran.
This wasn't night and they weren't running just to escape a fate worse than death like those rangers… No, these mushfolks were simply running from the sight of Aaron.
Their infrastructure appeared to be much, much more refined and developed than any other tribe that Aaron had visited.
The mushroom buildings seemed to be interconnected, small plant fibers and ropes were going around their exterior, acting as primitive elevators.
On the ground, Aaron could see smaller bugs and creatures being used as livestock, tied by thick ropes and pulling mushroom carriages after themselves.
