A voice shattered the quake's roar from behind them.
Noirette whirled, her boots skidding on fractured moss. Blanchette tensed beside her, crimson eyes flicking to the source.
The mushroom woman stood there, cap bobbing with the aftershocks, her verdant face split in a toothy grin.
She simply had materialized without a sound, as if the earth itself had coughed her up from a hidden crevice.
"Those glitchy lines crawling over the giant," the mushroom witch said, pointing a ridged finger toward the titan. "Are they the sign of this so-called digitalization you implied in your marked project?"
Noirette's surprise rooted her in place, the air thick with spore-choked dust that stung her eyes. She blinked through it, studying the woman's loam-colored gaze, which fixed on the distant behemoth with unblinking focus.
"How were you able to see the glitch?" Noirette asked, her voice cutting clear over the fading rumble.
