Thread:HawkDragon1763/@comment-33896974-20200130074858/@comment-33896974-20200202031225

Vines came up from underneath the boars, carrying them up to Galaxian. Each of the boars swiped with their axes.

Meanwhile, instead of the wall opening up for Ishmael, the plant matter began crawling up his arm, moss and vines growing out to metaphorically consume him.