Nucleus - Rimworld Fleshmass

Behind them, the Nucleus sagged, hissed, and began to liquefy. The psychic drone faded to a whisper, then silence. For the first time in days, Tia heard wind. Real wind. And birdsong—distant, but there.

It was beautiful, in a terrible way. A spiraling obelisk of chitin and throbbing scarlet flesh, thirty feet high. Veins as thick as a human torso radiated outward, burrowing into the earth. At its base, a shallow pool of digestive fluid bubbled, half-dissolved megasloths and raiders floating within. And guarding it: the Gestalts . rimworld fleshmass nucleus

For a second, nothing. The psychic drone rose to a deafening shriek, a million voices crying out in betrayal. Then the lance spat a sun-hot beam of plasma. The Nucleus shuddered . A fissure ran up its length. Amber fluid and half-formed limbs burst from the crack. Behind them, the Nucleus sagged, hissed, and began

Something that wasn’t sweet. Something that tasted like dirt and defiance. Real wind