He had literally transformed over twenty miles of dead earth into a living garden filled with wonders that belonged in legends.
Land Trees stretching toward the heavens. Springs flowing with healing water. Groves that glowed in the darkness. Crystals that regenerated after being harvested.
This was, frankly, ridiculous!
Damian opened his eyes and shook his head at the absurdity of what his Second Doctrine had accomplished in a single night.
"We should let the people within the tribe out."
His voice emerged calm despite the storm of thoughts raging in his mind.
"In this place, there is now a lot to harvest. With this, many things can be possible."
Uncle Adam looked at him with an expression suggesting he understood only a fraction of what had actually occurred. But he nodded, trusting his Young Lugal as he always had.
