Tork took the reins in one hand and pulled a long, curved black wand out of his cloak. Ennara had never seen anything like it.
“Mag leuk.” He pointed at a toadstool as they passed.
A beam of golden light shot into the fungus. Illumination flowed down the cap to the stem, brightening as it was absorbed by tens of thousands of rhizomes spreading out and crisscrossing the forest floor. The toadstool was connected to dozens of other mushrooms spanning the woods. As the light spread, trees and bushes reflected a golden green glow from underneath. The shadows crawled up to the treetops where the setting sun still shone and vanished.
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