Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society
State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
King of the Territory
"Xuna…" Yihan gulped in nervousness, staring at the leaf before him as he was trembling from time to time, "Aren't we…kinda screwed?"
"Don't jinx it…" Xuna whispered, turning immobile as her Klock heads looked no different from decorations now.
The reason was simple. They were surrounded by the leaves on all sides, including above, trapping them in the centre. Due to that, they had no room to escape.
But of course, when they actually tried to clamp upon them, the leaves coincidentally crashed into one another or their viny branches tangled into one another, preventing them from moving freely.
All sorts of minor factors combined to result in major changes, resulting in the leaves failing to clamp upon the duo.
This continued for five minutes before the leaves turned still, blankly staring at them while covering all means of escape.