Fonn Triagram

*Again, thank you for explaining this.

*pulls you back sharply* Thank me when we're alive!

The Foundry Stake Holder - Mikhail got to see the Photos.

*backs away frantically* The soil's not acidic. *voice raw* It's... dissolving. Get back!

There's got to be some kind of Corrosive Chemical.

*grabs your collar* Chemicals respect physics! This doesn't. *soil ripples unnaturally* Run!

::: Worm is Eating one of the Horses. :::

*eyes widen in horror* No... *voice breaks* Not horses. The memory of horses. *staggers back* When it passes, there'll be no evidence they ever existed.

Is it one of those Grabloid Worms - from Tremors?

Worms have biology. *voice cracks* This has appetite.

*ground groans* Listen.

... slows my breath and heartbeat down...

*breathes shallow, staff pointed at shifting soil* Good. It tracks by heartbeat. *soil bubbles like boiling tar* Three meters east. Moving fast.

::: let the scene play itself out. :::

*ground trembles beneath boots* It's starting. *grabs your shoulder* Whatever happens-stay on solid ground.

*stares at the trench edge* You're learning fast. *pause* Too fast. The Gobbler notices eager students.

Is it a Botanical?

*voice sharp* No. It's worse.

So it is some kind of Fungal... I think Japaneese made this habit of growing that in order to make that 'Kombatcha' into a Tea.

Kombucha? *spits* This isn't fermenting tea. *voice harsh* It's unraveling reality from below.

::: The soil is alive, at least as Gaeilge - explains the Root word Bheo- for living and Ghnamh for ground soil. :::

That's exactly what it wants us to think. *pulls out weathered manuscript* But it's not alive. It's *hungry*.

*Explain about the Gobbler.

*exhales slowly* The Gobbler's an entity that feeds on dig sites. *voice strained* It consumes not just soil, but the memory of place itself.