Similar fights occurred in other areas, but the scale was much lower than this, which was taken care of before they could even cause a real fuss.
A few beast units tried small ambushes, and some went after outer human camps. But all those battles ended fast.
Nothing major. No real threat. The defenses were already in place. Formations stopped them. Traps finished them. Not worth a detailed report.
The real story—the one that changed everything—was what happened at the resource zone.
And far from that battlefield, deep beneath the ocean's surface, something ancient was stirring.
A massive shell the size of a city moved slowly across the ocean floor, its weight steady, its path unchanging.
Trees grew along its back. Vines twisted across carved stones. Spirit energy pulsed through the ground like quiet veins.
From above, it looked like an island.
But this was no island.
This was the Great Turtle.
A living creature. A mobile fortress.
