Thrudd heard all of her family members respond to her at once. It was the last confirmation she needed.
She gave the command to move forward without wasting another moment of daylight.
All across the realms of Yggdrasil, the same scene was being repeated twentyfold.
One of the members of the order stepped out from behind the cover of the dragons and moved toward the flowerfield.
Each of them was covered in unique hazmat suits that allowed them to touch the flowers without fear of contamination.
Floating beside them was a small apparatus that looked like a glass case.
They used special gardening equipment to remove the flowers from the bed without causing damage to the roots or stems.
As soon as they touched the flowers, they began spewing spores.
A fog of dark purple pollen wafted from the bulbs of the plants. It covered a ten-foot radius in less than a minute.
"...This thing gives me the creeps."
The flower technicians all shared the same sentiment as their companion.
