The nine segmented necks of the Corpse Hydroid convulsed in violent, same-time peristalsis.
Deep within High Eunuch Wei’s hollowed ribs, the purple-black leech-like lung tightened to half its volume with a sickening, wet crunch.
GURRRR-SPLAT.
From the circular maws of the nine lamprey heads, nine high-pressure geysers of glowing emerald-green corpse-bile erupted into the air.
The liquid bile didn’t fall to the floor as simple droplets.
The moment the thick, sticky fluid met the hot, liquid silver-laden updraft rising from the underground rapids, it atomized.
A huge, billowing wall of emerald-green vapor bloomed across the Grand Imperial Jade Terrace.
Within three heartbeats, the mist swelled into a hundred-pace tidal wave of solid, bubbling foul fog: the Fog of Corrosive Bile.
