Pfft! Pfft!
It felt as if everyone was standing still, suddenly drenched by a bucket of paint; they all experienced a chilling sensation wash over them.
At the same time, the Polluted Blood rapidly solidified and hardened, forming thread-like fungal mats, resembling some sort of creation.
Everyone felt as if they were wrapped in the mucous of some organism, struggling for quite a while before finally breaking free.
"Ugh…"
"What the hell! What is this disgusting stuff?!"
"Are you all alright?"
"We're fine! We're fine! It's just this stuff that's making us sick."
"It's okay; the monster's dropped loot Sphere is still here."
One by one, the members of the team struggled to emerge from the carpet of blood, covered in a myriad of colors. They pulled out numerous cleaning tools, just managing to clear themselves off.
The players felt discomfort for a moment but soon returned to normal.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!