Burn out the Greymold where it gathers and grows. Anywhere you see its distinct color, smell its distinct aroma, begin your search and do not stop until it is destroyed.

Each tendril of the Greymold is like the synapse in a mammal’s brain, fired with energy from the foul slimes and detritus they consume. By the time it is detectable, it already had the quiescent intelligence of a minor beast. If left to grow, it will become a mind capable of functioning, reasoning…attacking.

Perhaps if our own neurons grew as quickly and as desperately as the Greymold we too would be able to act as it does, reaching out to control lesser minds and destroy greater ones. Perhaps it is best that ours do not.

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