Belissar then stood and rubbed his chin. He may have made a bold statement, but implementing it was another matter. At the end of the day, he was still a peasant whose grandest deeds were warding off hungry wild animals. Tower Lords using the gifts of the gods to battle the Hunger was a bit outside his expertise.
Eventually, he walked back to the core room. He decided to start where this all began, at the core. He placed his hand on the sphere once again...
Available Monster Types: Monster Queen Bee
Available Room Types: Flower Meadow
But even if the spawner wasn’t as far away as he had hoped, it had demonstrated something to Belissar. He apparently could make some adjustments to the room, at least to the spawner. So, what else could he do?
He began to focus on different parts of the room, starting with the titular flowers...
Manage flower types? Available Types:
- Dandelion (Selected, Mana upkeep: 0)
Well, that was helpful. He tried the trees next.
...slightly more helpful. Maybe. But at the very least, he could move some of the trees towards the back of the room, by the spawner and the core room door. The queens could then build their hives further away from where the Hunger would attack.
Still, that wouldn’t help them actually slay the shade...
Belissar found he could add a few more trees, though there seemed to be a maximum number allowed. Guess they didn’t want him turning a Flower Meadow into a forest. Not that more trees would particularly help. He could also remove trees, but that would help even less than adding them.
He sighed. With nothing better to do, he focused on the dirt.
Adjust terrain height?
Belissar pursed his lips. Surprisingly, the dirt was the right choice, as that might actually be helpful. Getting higher up always helped against land-based predators...though he wasn’t sure if that helped against shades of the Hunger. Still, if he could make a wall, then maybe he wouldn’t have to fight it directly...
Maximum height reached
Belissar sighed. Of course. Of course he couldn’t raise it steeper than a gentle hill. This was a Flower Meadow, not a castle. For a gift from the gods that could create land and life out of thin air, there sure were a lot of limits. Maybe he should’ve picked one of the other options or something.
That or there was something he was missing that a real Tower Lord would have known.
Initial Purification attempt in 2 days, 23 hours, and 23 minutes...
But there was no time to wonder what a Tower Lord could do that he couldn’t. Time was ticking, and it was up to him to use it well. He sighed and let go of the core. He should at least tell his bee queen to set up her hive on one of the far trees now...
He felt her salute, somehow. He shook his head. He wasn’t even in the same room as her, nor had he said anything. He had to have been imagining things.
But...just in case he wasn’t...he peeked back at the core.
The core now showed the queen bee, dancing a salute and then flying towards one of the far trees. He blinked again.
Ok, apparently, he could also talk to the bees with his mind now? And...somehow know their response?
He shook his head. He had no time to get surprised at every little thing a Tower of the Gods could do. He would just have to figure things out as he went. And since he apparently didn’t need to actually walk to the queen to talk to her, he had no reason to leave the core room anymore. He sighed and turned back to the core. He had its vision zip through the Flower Meadow once again, checking for anything else he could use while he tried to figure out how he would actually fight that shade, and which of the room features would help most with it.
He caught a glimpse of one of the ruined hives from before, with twigs sticking haphazardly out of the mess. He sighed as he was once again reminded how out of his depth he was. A real Tower Lord would certainly have used the first three days to prepare their defenses. Meanwhile, Belissar had been trying to build beehouses out of twigs. Beehouses he didn’t even need, since he could apparently just ask the monster bees to build their hives in the appropriate shape. His original little twig frames wouldn’t even have worked had the monster bees not tried to follow his instructions on their own...
Belissar paused and stared at the ruins of the hive.