Viktor's shredding didn't let up for a minute. The whole time Darren was viciously pounding at his drums, Viktor's fungus-armoured digits ran up and down the stem of his guitar, while his other hand plucked the strings with an inhuman speed and accuracy. But their rock was not flawless, and it seemed the demon ahead of them was starting to win.<br/><br/>But then, a godly voice tore through the heavens, and a god of purity, beauty, and life emerged into the realm. Viktor was in awe at the beauty of the Fungal Lord, gasping loudly when he saw just how mushroomy he was. A being of pure fungus, host to billions upon billions of caps, as deadly as they were beautiful. Never before had he felt a euphoria as strong as the one when touched by the lord, and inadvertently, he nuzzled his head against it, feeling safe and secure.<br/><br/>But then, a stronger one filled his body, and a warmth took his spirit like a blanket of warm, soft mold. The lord's words were like scripture come to life, given the form of a godly song. He too began to cry, and felt a power like he'd never felt before. His fingers caught fire, figuratively, as he shredded his guitar with newfound fervor. And then, his fingers caught fire, literally. But it did not burn, nor did it harm him. No, these were the flames of metal, the spirit of music, and the burning determination to defeat evil at the side of his lord.<br/><br/>His notes flowed into each other with a steady-yet-deadly power and a powerful heat, like the lava from an erupted volcano sweeping over a landscape. Destructive as it had potential to be, it also led to the restoration of life, and would make the mushroom realm fertile once more. With the lord there at his side, anything was possible.