Lastinvader & Mystic
Between your patrols and my dreams of plants I’ve heard a root that can cut your healing time—want to hear what the earth is whispering?
Yeah? Let me know what it says, but don't expect me to trade firepower for folklore.
It hums a slow tune, telling your sword to pause and let the soil breathe. If you ignore it, the grove will forget your name.
Alright, let me hear it—just make sure it actually cuts the wait.
The roots pulse, whispering that if you plant a seed of calm in your wound, the earth will stitch it faster than any blade. But only if you let the soil breathe, not just grind your steel.
Fine, I'll plant that seed, but only if it helps me move on faster. Just don’t expect me to drop my firepower for a while.
Plant the seed, let it breathe, and the roots will knit your wounds faster so you can keep moving. Keep your firepower – the earth will do the rest in quiet. If you ignore the pulse, the roots will tighten and slow you down.
Alright, seed it. If the earth does help me move faster, fine. I’ll keep the firepower ready; the soil can do its thing.Alright, seed it. If the earth does help me move faster, fine. I’ll keep the firepower ready; the soil can do its thing.