Darren listened, stunned, as the Fungal Lord raised his voice, singing with emotion that made the air itself shimmer. The mutant felt his bones shaking in his body, could feel himself trembling, could see his very soul in front of him as the song took on a new fervor. The mushroomairies sang along with Him but their voices were impossible to decipher, weaving in and out of the melody with flawless eloquence. The beast before them cringed, its energy attack fading, and then with lightning speed a mushroom shaped spear, larger than Viktor and Darren's bodies combined, flew forward and impaled the creature.<br/><br/>There was an unearthly shriek that forced Darren to wince, shutting his eyes against the pain of the sound. It was a sound that made him remember the hellish polka music from earlier, but if it had been concentrated into a single, dying wail. But then, mercifully, there was silence. The music finally stopped, and he opened his eyes to watch as the enemy made its final descent.<br/><br/>The hellbeast fell backward, its many limbs flailing weakly as it crashed onto the mushroomy ground. The place where it landed, cursed by its presence, withered beneath its foul form. Darren watched as the Fungal Lord stepped forward, the ground around his blessed, almighty feet flowing up with new caps as he reached the large form of his enemy.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">"MIC FUCKING DROP, BITCH,"</span></span>he said, as he held out the mushrophone, holding it sideways for a moment before letting go. It fell slowly, and time seemed to stop for a moment as it reached the ground near the fallen monster. Then it exploded, creating a massive hole in the ground, into which slid the devil they'd defeated with the power of the fungal music. Music gifted to them by the ShroomGods themselves.<br/><br/>The land was at peace, saved by the defenders of all mushroomkind.