The power of the fungal rock was winning; the monstrous demon was being battered back, and one by one his support faded. Imps dropped to the ground, shriveling up in the wake of the Fungal Lord's vocals, and when they landed they disintegrated into heaps of ash from which sprang new mushrooms, strong and vibrant. For even in dealing out death, the Almighty Toadstool makes new life possible. The shroomsticks in Darren's hands caught on fire as well, burning fiery fungal lines into his vision as he whipped them around.<br/><br/>Once the demon's support was gone, the monster itself screamed, an earsplitting shriek of rage and wickedness as it lifted itself into the air. Darren saw that its body was covered in sharp, deadly spikes, which now seemed to grow as the creature stared down at them. The music final stopped, and the mighty Fungal Lord moved forward, small mushrooms growing in his footprints as he walked.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">"YOU HAVE SULLIED THIS LAND FOR THE LAST TIME, MONSTER. YOUR TIME IS AT AN END." </span></span><br/><br/>The hellbeast answered the mighty, earthy words with another shriek, and this time they could see some kind of energy coming from within. It was preparing an attack, a mighty blast that would undo everything in front of it. It would wipe all mushrooms from the face of the earth, bringing on an age of darkness and fields perpetually free of fungus. Songs would be sung, myths told over campfires of the glory of the fallen Fungal Lord and the beauty of the lands he ruled, but eventually even the memory of mushrooms would fade as well. Even the whispers of their greatness would one day become wind.<br/><br/>With a shout of emotion Darren rose from behind the mushdrums and stood at the side of the Fungal Lord. His Excellence would not stand alone, not while the two of them were there.