Start as a Spiritual Planter: I Have a Game Panel

Just as Ram predicted, the scene below was entirely different from the surface. Deep underground, the stone layer separating the second and third layers had already begun to crumble.

All the Half-Drows on the third layer, whether outside or inside their stone houses, rushed out, their eyes wide with confusion as the air filled with the deafening sounds of seven consecutive blasts.

The shockwaves sent tremors racing through the underground tunnels, shaking everything in their path.

The stone satellites, sharp and massive like suspended swords hanging from the ceiling, quivered violently.

Their once unyielding rock structure started to crack under the force of the tremors, pieces of stone splintering off and falling.

The sound of crumbling stones echoed through the tunnels as the underground network transformed into a deadly maze, with all the mud and stones cascading from the second floor.

Dust and debris quickly filled the air, choking visibility and leaving the Half-Drows in disarray as they struggled to comprehend the full extent of the damage.

The solid rock surface above is fractured with thunderous cracks. The Half-Drows, their hearts pounding, looked up to see the jagged lines stretching across the stone ceiling.

The cracks spread long and wide like the destructive aftermath of an earthquake, creeping ominously.

Their confusion gave way to panic as they realized the true nature of the danger.

The surface above finally succumbed to the overwhelming pressure. It caved in, and the massive rock satellites began to break free, hurtling down with terrifying speed and momentum like swords from the heavens.

The Half-Drows could do nothing but watch in horror as the enormous rock structures descended toward them.

Just when they thought the end times were upon them, the stone statue before the stone palace shone with intense light and a powerful hum filled the air.

Then a massive energy shield erupted into existence around the palace and the surrounding area. The protective barrier flared to life, glowing brightly as it intercepted the falling satellites.

However, hundreds of those Elite and ordinary Half-Drows who had been outside the palace, exposed to the falling debris, rushed desperately toward the shield, but it was too late.

The energy shield, though vast, wasn't large enough to cover the entire island.

Like those who were on patrol or keeping watch for the mechanical soldiers, who couldn't make it to the safety of the palace, were crushed under the immense weight of the collapsing stone satellites, their bodies buried beneath the falling rock and mud.

Inside the energy shield, the air was tense as the Half-Drows watched with bated breath.

The barrier held firm against the initial onslaught, but each new impact from the stone satellites made it tremble more violently, flickering under the tremendous force.

Every strike sent ripples through the shield, and the Half-Drows feared that it might fail at any moment.

They turned their eyes to the towering stone statue of Ignara, the Goddess of Wildfire, standing vigil before the stone palace.

The goddess's carved features began to glow, now surrounded by burning flames coming from the statue, and the Half-Drows, desperate for salvation, fell to their knees.

They began praying loudly, their voices echoing through the chaos, begging Ignara to protect them from the destruction that rained down upon them.

The energy shield flickered again, straining under the falling rocks and mud, but it held.

The prayers grew louder, fervent, as the Half-Drows clung to their faith in the Goddess of Wildfire, hoping that their devotion would keep the barrier intact just long enough for them to survive this nightmare.

As more stones and mud rained down, everything within the energy shield grew darker.

Dust and debris clogged the air, and the faint glow of the barrier dimmed under the relentless assault.

The Half-Drows huddled together in fear, could barely see through the swirling dust, but the cracks of rocks colliding with the energy shield echoed like thunder.

The flickering light from the stone statue barely illuminated the chaos around the stone palace, casting shadows that danced wildly over the fallen rocks and terrified faces of the Half-Drows inside.

Standing tall among them, a General Quality Fire Mage Leader, barked out orders with a commanding voice.

If Ram were to be here and looked at him, he would be shocked, just because he looked almost similar to Korrin, or to say Korrin looked almost like him. With a towering figure, his presence exudes authority and strength.

Unlike Korrin with one look at him you could say that his quality was even higher than Korrin, but thanks to being inside the C-grade Void Space, he remained at Tier 3.

Had it not been for this limitation, he would have likely ascended to Tier 4 or higher, even at Tier 3 his aura was almost palpable, radiating heat like a living flame.

His sharp, dark purple eyes scanned the sky above the shield with a laser focus, calculating every strike and potential failure of the shield.

His silver hair, streaked with strands of fiery red, hung loosely down his back, moving slightly with the energy pulsating around him.

He clenched his fists, which glowed faintly with a fiery aura, and shouted above the chaos, "All mages, to your positions! The shield won't hold forever! We must take control of this before it breaks!"

Elite and Rare quality Half-Drows immediately obeyed his command, moving into formation as they gathered closer under the towering statue of Ignara.

The Leader's fiery gaze swept across the trembling shield, then he lifted a hand, flames erupting from his palm, growing into a burning ball of fire.

"Focus your fire magic! Blast those stones apart before they break the shield! We're the fire of the Goddess herself—so burn everything in our way!" his voice boomed spreading every corner, and the fireball in his hand ignited the spirits of the Half-Drow mages around him.

Dozens of them raised their hands toward the ceiling of falling rocks. Together, they began to unleash a barrage of fire-based spells.

Massive fireballs lit up the darkness like miniature suns, while fiery tornadoes spun wildly upward, tearing through the falling debris.

Fire bullets pierced through chunks of stone, turning them into molten lava that dripped harmlessly off the shield.

His eyes gleamed with pride as he unleashed his own spell, a torrent of fire tornados spiraling from his hand clearing a large area of accumulated rocks and mud. "Fuck those Mechanical soldiers!! Resorting to such shameless tactics."

"Don't stop! Burn through them! With the blessing of the Goddess, we can hold this ground, no matter what!" He shouted, rallying the crowd.

Still unaware that the disaster was not caused by the Mechanical soldiers, but by an unknown Tier 2 Spiritual Planter whom they were targeting, along with the thousands of cavemen he had assembled.

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