Two spirits ripple into existence like the rain itself has remembered faces it once knew. Their shapes are fluid and faintly luminous, drifting just above the ground—half smoke, half water, with eyes like shards of distant lightning. One streaks toward the mudling 1, clawing itself back together, plunging through its chest in a burst of pale light; the other glides across the clearing toward mudling 2, its touch sending ripples through the creature’s sludge-like hide before vanishing back into the mist.
RANDOM EVENT
