Smythe nodded, biting his lip in thought. Ree despised how endearing she found that. 'The fungi have been mostly inert,' he said. 'Perhaps whatever does the thinking for them is busy elsewhere?' 'Busy with what?' Smythe shrugged helplessly, but his words had ignited some to in Ree's brain. 'There's still one paladin unaccounted for,' she said. 'And Persephone said the gods pull them wherever they're needed.'

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 247)