The sneeze blew out the sulfur. It cleared the mist for the first time in centuries. And from the sneeze’s echo, out crawled a new creature: a cat-sized axolotl with striped fur and whiskers that glowed faintly green. It mewed. It had no gills, only a tiny, perfect collar of fungi that pulsed with the same slow rhythm as Mewra’s heartbeat.
Mewra yawned.
When he surfaced, sputtering, she was sitting on his head. Dry. Purring. cat god amphibia
It landed in the Gullet with a wet thump . And Sszeth—old, enormous, made of rot and resentment—choked. The hairball expanded in the acid dark, a tangled mess of fur, mud, and what looked like a single, iridescent scale from a fish that had never existed. The Gullet convulsed. The ground shuddered. And then, with a sound like a thousand glass frogs shattering at once, Sszeth sneezed.
The Amphiwood fell silent.
But she probably will.
That was the first miracle. The second came at moonrise. The sneeze blew out the sulfur
And if you’re lucky, she might not cough on you.