The air inside the hidden dome was heavy with silence. Rows of green shimmered faintly under the dim light seeping through the cracks above. Luciel stood amidst the living garden, still marveling at the miracle of it—a patch of green thriving in a dead, grey world.
He crouched beside a wilting patch of unfamiliar plants. Their stems were thin, leaves curling, their color fading fast. Life clung to them by a thread.
"System," Luciel asked quietly in his mind, "can domestication points be used on plants as well?"
A metallic chime echoed inside his consciousness.
Ding!
Plants can be domesticated.
Luciel's eyes lit up. "Well, that changes everything."
He glanced over the garden again, eyes settling on the half-dead specimens. If he could tame beasts, why not vegetation? If these plants were unique—perhaps relics of a lost age—he couldn't afford to let them die here.
"In that case," he murmured, half to himself, half to the garden, "I'll just dig the whole place out."
