"Young one, I am moved by your spirit," Ricky said at last, his voice slow and deliberate, carrying an odd weight of solemnity. His monstrous features settled into something that almost resembled a sage's expression—if one could imagine wisdom etched into the face of a segmented-armored nightmare.
"There is no need for you to waste time finding those worthless things."
As he finished speaking, a sharp click echoed—a cold, metallic sound—as his segmented forelimbs tapped together.
Click.
A pulse of invisible force swept through the area. In the blink of an eye, the dry and dusty wooden floor transformed.
Lush greenery bloomed from the earth as if time had been reversed. The stale air became rich, saturated with spiritual vitality. The faint scent of wild herbs and fragrant nectar invaded the senses. Where there had been only cracked woods moments ago, now stood a vibrant treasures filled with an overwhelming variety of exotic flora.
