...Poof! Poof! Poof!
Everyone remembered one thing before plumes of smoke exploded around them, along with a daunting feeling of severe powerlessness. A sweet, grape-like taste flooded their mouths as the thick floral fragrance of the Chubby Remnant Sons wafted into their noses. For a moment, the delightfulness of the experience deluded them into believing they were simply having dessert – perhaps a complementary celebration to the spring bath after the stressful day they'd had.
…But then all of them, without exception, felt their bodies lose mass, height and energy.
All that remained after the smoke plumes faded around them was a collection of neckless, bobble-headed little people with stubby arms and legs. They were all barely a meter tall standing upright. Their clothing had fallen to the ground, leaving them naked, but Skullius had accounted for that, hence why each of them was immediately garbed in simple garments of darkness.
