The clouds continued to grow at a substantial rate until they reached what must have been a critical mass. At this point they began to shimmer and, as far as our heroes could make out it began to snow a pale green snow. They presumed it was snow since at this distance they could only guess as to what was really happening. Meanwhile, behind them, all evidence of the village was now gone, covered in a lake of pink gas which was now creeping along the ground slowly behind them.
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