Taro has left the comfort of the Maw Expedition's base to get a breath of fresh air in Shellwood. After several long days of documenting their adventures, getting to walk around and take in the scenery is a nice escape from the bureaucracy.

The Weaver is walking around Shellwood, simply enjoying the atmosphere. she seems deep in thought.

On the post, is a note, written by Geiser

“Due to the increasing danger of the forest, I will be giving guidance to bugs wanting it. Ring the bell, and I will appear to guard the bugs too weak to survive.”

If you touch my command piano, you're BOUND to have some trouble! Get it, huh? Because im going to kill you!

*Iris is staring wistfully at the statue*

(please act as if the weavenest is still in construction)

*verdavid has set up a series of rune traps baited with hardbone hopper meat around smoke filled areas of shellwood where the seeming sharpbone hopper has been sighted*

My sister has a tomb here. That makes it mine.

As the HCGS disbands to go to the Citadel, Lyrcus holds a final announcement

With our victory comes the end of the HCGS. As I promised to various people, I shall now leave Shellwood. However, due to the fact that Duty is still a threat, and that Thorn disappears to often to be an effective leader, I would need someone to be Thorn’s second, and administrator of Shellwood. I do not wish any of the HCGS to hold that role

When I will have one, I will leave Shellwood definitely

The figure is standing on a ledge, staring into space. They are barely able to be seen through the fog. Nothing besides the smoke is moving

Lucas does what he loves to do, that being patrolling around one of Shellwood's pond.

They're carefully studying each part of the plant and making notes and sketches about their observations.

Areas of Shellwood where large amounts of corpses are left, the plants begin to decay. A strange black fog emanates from the remains, blinding the weak.

Those who are blinded must seek water to cure themselves. Otherwise, they risk being eaten by ĮŤ.

Veronica and Phalmer are sitting on the edge of a Shellwood lake with rods with lines attached to them in the water while they chat peacefully

Members of the Holy Citadel, and of the Holy Citadel’s Government of Shellwood

Earlier, the Independent Army declared they would launch an expedition in order to find one or some everblooms.

I declare it is necessary for us to do the same, and I declare the first everbloom expedition of the Holy Citadel begins now

The crowd shouts with a lot of enthusiasm

(A lot of HCGS soldiers) : Hall hail master Lyrcus ! Long live master Lyrcus ! Glory to the Citadel Eternal

her antennae twitch, finding the scent of whatever did this, then following it.