Rex walked through the meadow.
His aura was seething violently, but it caused no destruction.
It wasn't the owner of this realm he was angry at, but he was angry at one of her vassals.
Rex followed the trail and kept his gaze downward. He watched the ground, making sure that he didn't step on any baby-blue periwinkles. He could feel burning gazes locking onto him. Eyes from the inky darkness between trees.
Gardeners.
He knew that the Gardeners were passive.
None of them attacked him when he arrived, but now, it was different.
Sensing his killing intent, the Gardeners' protective instinct kicked in.
All of them had their minds shattered by the Pale Defenders stripping away almost everything until only animal instinct remained. And inside, the Curse of the Cavity Oustification had been engraved deep, an unbreakable leash that trapped them within the Cavity.
It was now their entire purpose in life to harvest baby-blue periwinkles.
