The skies above the human domain had been turned into a chaotic mixture of the lawless, untamed wild and a green expanse.
Beasts roared and charged across the wild, while vines erupted violently from the vast grassland that stretched endlessly in all directions, lashing out at the beasts.
Both domains clashed in the sky, fighting for dominance. An endless tide of beasts snarled and surged forward, their bodies colliding against the forest of green whips.
The vines regenerated without wasting a second, multiplying, binding, tearing. But the beasts were no less savage, ripping through the vines with fang and claw, refusing to stop even as more came.
As all of this unfolded, the Gardener hovered still, watching it all with a darkened expression.
He had never expected Whisker, of all people, to be this powerful.
'I miscalculated.'
