“Hmm, that’s interesting. There is something from Earth here. It’s been so long since I’ve seen anything alive from that planet. Just the metal craft they keep sending.” The voice was slow, hanging on every word. It had the tone of a very old man who had just awoken from a long sleep. It drew deep within itself and reached out along the tangle of vines that covered its form. It pushed its will out in a way it hadn’t done in thousands of years. The Earth creatures needed help, and it wasn’t about to let them die to a few abyssal beasts.


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    “Can you feel my presence, little vine? I need you to get the venom out of this creature’s leg. I think we may finally have a way to pass our legacy.”