Rumble, rumble...
Corpses lay everywhere, blood flowed like rivers; one Plant Person after another was shattered, and the Parasitic Spore Blood that lost its parasitic host fell into dormancy, waiting for an unwitting consumer to ingest it and infect a new host.
After all, it was nothing more than an invasion army led by a Fifth-Level World Lord avaricious for power. What strength it could muster against small to medium worlds was moot; its plant-based nature offered some advantage over the Devil Locustvine, seeking to graft the Parasitic Spore Catastrophe onto this formidable plant to absorb its chaotic origin and become the new King of Fern, or even...
