Jimjar snaps his fingers and the smell of bumt demon flesh and ichor is immediately gone. Your vision refocuses after a brief moment of dizziness and you find yourself in a cavern by an underground lake which is surrounded by fungi of all kinds, which is tended by dozens of myconids. After a moment, you see a younger one not far away, which turns and approaches after a moment, releasing rapport spores to connect telepathically to you.
"Hunter, you're back!" it speaks excitedly in your mind, "I was worried about you."