'Rootlash Dominion'.
It answered at once, eager to express its might as power ran down his xylem like lightning in veins. He could shape wood and vine within reach. 'Good'.
'Sovereign Bloom'. He called and felt the ground answer.
Reacting to his Aspect power, growth came faster when he asked. The plain did not resist him. Rather, it watched, it judged, and then it allowed.
'Aphid Network'.
He reached for insects out of habit.
The net came back empty, there were no aphids here.
And from that he confirmed one thing. 'No common Earth-natives at all'.
He didn't find Behemorphs either, at least not those that he was used to.
Instead, what he found were tiny crystal mites that clicked under leaves. Their winged seed-motes drifted and spun. A lace of pale motes clung to stems and pulsed faintly.
This was a new ecosystem, new keys. The old trick would need a new lock.
He accepted that and set the issue aside.
Then next, he tested movement.
