C1544 Planting the Leaves in the Dry Land

Tens of thousands of Thousand Leaves Vines had nearly encased the Astral Boiling Turtle in a cocoon of green, turning it into something resembling a verdant rice dumpling. Direction was indiscernible; the notion of charging forward was out of the question...

The Ironblood Treant stood less than a hundred meters from the Wall of Holy Land, yet found itself immobilized