These plants and fungi are merely entities condensed by some special force.
And that seemingly boundless battlefield is actually just a small spherical world, about the size of a basketball, held in a man's palm.
The man observed the changes in the world with great interest, his eyes flickering with the light of true intent.
He was a True Master of indistinct age, sitting in a lush garden that resembled a primordial forest.
His tall and lean figure showed no signs of age; his facial features were sharply defined with a scholarly handsomeness. Although he was undeniably handsome, his disheveled appearance severely detracted from his looks.
He wore a pair of gardening overalls covered in stains, not only with traces of soil and grass juice but also smeared with a strange, faintly glowing slime. His messy black hair looked like a bird's nest, even entwined with a small vine bearing a blooming blue flower.
