Echoterra: Rise of the Verdant King

I have been proactive.

I have infiltrated, learned about the enemy, fought them, limped back home and started preparations to defend my territory. Preparations to survive.

And now, I was done with my preparations.

I have created roots of resistance.

And so, now, I waited.

...

It was almost quiet.

Almost.

But not really.

Beneath the surface, my territory thrummed. The aphids murmured in clicks and pulses, roots shifting. Bonewire flexed in the soil like muscle under skin. The counterfungus, Penance hummed in a low, bitter harmony.

Something was always moving now.