Angel had no knowledge of the external tumult; he was instead casting a peculiar gaze at the pure white mushroom.
He had now moved to the front of the mushroom, as he had speculated, there was no sign of life on the mushroom's front side, indeed, the mushroom itself was speaking.
The mushroom split open a long seam, let's temporarily call it a "mouth," and the prior chanting and dialogue all emerged from this mouth.
Angel had seen several types of mushroom oral structures before, but this mushroom was the most bizarre; its mouth contained no teeth, only strands of mycelium hanging down, curled up like musical notes and vibrating with shifts in pitch.
While Angel was closely observing this mushroom, the tone of the mushroom's conversation suddenly changed.
"Oh no, he's here!" This was a shout that mixed the prior ethereal female voice with a hoarse voice, originally these two voices were conversing, but suddenly they shouted in unison.
