Time had passed, and the blossoming Plum trees had invaded the world, engulfing it with a thick carpet of trees and flowers. Among the endless branches and leaves, a quiet moaning could be heard, coming from the millions of crucified clones the fairies had captured.
It didn't matter how hard or desperate the clones resisted; Plum's ever-expanding forest dominated all, growing too fast to be cut or burned.
At this moment, almost all of the clones were captured and neutralized. Plum was aware that some of them still hid in the shadows, away from her trees, but looking for them would take too long. It was time, the time to flip the switch and summon whatever horror had consumed this world.
Plum took a deep breath and shifted in her seat. At that moment, all spirits left the throne room, except her two assistants. They approached Plum, looked her in the eyes, and smiled.
