Echoterra: Rise of the Verdant King - Chapter 29: Roots of resistance

... sense.

Just a patch of death-laced earth, thick with predators I'd planted myself, tendrils wrapped around bones, thorns hidden beneath moss, and a pulsing hive of aphids buzzing with my will.

Every inch of me ached. My bark was blistered, some of it still smoldering.

I'd barely survived Thryss, let alone the Nexus Guardian. I should've been unconscious for another week, the rest I had was just a drop in an ocean of tiredness, but instinct doesn't care about rest.

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