"You're right." Valon accepted his fate. He examined the white "lump of flesh" in the glass bottle for a moment and couldn't suppress his disgust. "This is vile."
"Open it and place the mouth of the bottle under your nose." In his hands, Rorschach held another Potion and a letter of instructions, both the handiwork of Master Kuo Bo.
Valon obediently did as he was told. Though he had braced himself, he hadn't anticipated just how... peculiar the process would be. The lump's mycelia spread into his nasal cavity, making the young man's nose itch. Then, very suddenly, the living mass shot up his nose along the mycelia and began crawling downward.
"Mmph... mmph..." The lump contorted as it moved. Valon could feel it squirming, squeezing, and pushing its way down his upper respiratory tract. A feeling of suffocation washed over him as it reached his trachea, and he let out involuntary, strangled gasps.
