A flash.
Three days passed.
During this period, each night, vegetation spread madly across the mountains and plains.
And each night grew worse than the last.
On the first night, only buds sprouted and leaves grew. On the second night, flora thrived in abundance. By the third night, trees grew taller. By the fourth night, flowers blanketed the ground, and seeds drifted on the wind.
The farmland cultivated by the people, the official roads connecting the counties, and the small paths between villages and market towns were all overtaken by trees.
Even within the cities, in every corner, crack, and crevice of walls and bricks, vegetation grew unchecked.
In just three days and four nights, it seemed as though the world was reverting to an ancient, barbaric wilderness.
The people across ten counties were thrown into panic and unease.
The Martial Alliance descended into chaos, and fear spread among the ranks.
