Fandom High Castle, Thursday Morning

[weirderthanthou]

The crystal had fed. It was still feeding, but it had fed enough to make the school itself part of its body. Vines threaded through every room and hallway, thorns pushing into the brick.

The island would follow soon enough.

There was a cracking noise here, a shattering there. Vines pushed through a broken window, an opened door, and spilled out onto the grounds. One particularly large vine worked its way around the tower, a loud proclamation of the crystal's ownership.

Throughout the day, they kept creeping.