Chapter 6: Territorial battle [1]
War is coming.
Am I prepared? I honestly don't know.
But who cares? All that matters is that today, I don't want to die. So, I'll survive, and thrive. And spite all the bastards who want me dead.
The soil shifted beneath me.
Not the usual tremors of passing insects or the occasional rainfall. No, this was something more deliberate. I could feel it; something encroaching, pushing at the edges of my domain.
'Bring it on bastard!' I snarled.
I had no eyes, no sight in the traditional sense, but the ground vibrated with an unmistakable pulse. Something was trying to take root nearby. It was slow at first, barely noticeable, but I felt it; creeping, curling, testing.
A rival.
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[Territorial Encroachment Detected- Initiating Dominance Protocol!]
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