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!
Flower King
The corruption-consuming Pitcher Plants had the shelled creatures to eat. Whereas, the Nacre consuming Pitcher Plants only had the birds to rely upon for food. And, there just wasn't enough of them, not in comparison to the millions of shelled creatures that flooded out of the sea daily.
But despite that, the number of both the Pitcher Plants was the exact same.
Yihan remained in the air, counting further as he noticed the pattern. Even in any given area, the number of both plants was the exact same, as if they were balancing one another.
So, it was pretty strange, given the relationship the two energies had with one another.
"Wait, look at the bottommost part of their shoot…" Xuna said in surprise, "What's that?"
"Eh?" Yihan stared at the place she pointed at, noticing a small mound, akin to an ant hill. He hurriedly focused his strength into his eyes, staring at the scene with greater clarity, noticing that the mound was indeed an ant hill.