Vera looked down at the flower that was still blooming and closing.
"It's too weak, so weak that it can't sense our presence far exceeds it, which is why it dared to attack actively."
Duke didn't speak, simply watching the severed vines quietly.
Not even Level 1.
But once upon a time, among them was born an existence powerful enough to support the entire High Plane.
But as the Plane's will died and its rules were missing, the entire civilization went into decline.
The race of Ancient Fairies was not completely extinct, but it is very difficult for a strong individual to be born.
The Ancient Fairy Plane still has a considerable number of Ancient Fairies, but the masters of this Plane are no longer them.
Vera crouched down, taking out a slender crystal test tube from her waist.
Using a silver knife, she pried open a thicker severed vine, and a sticky green liquid immediately surged from the break.
