Start as a Spiritual Planter: I Have a Game Panel

Meanwhile, the Bio-mechanical soldiers who were stationed on the second floor felt the strong vibrations under their feet, and a surge of unease swept through all of them.

Selina immediately tensed, sharp eyes looking toward the source of the disturbance.

Without hesitation, she motioned for a small group of soldiers to quickly gather toward the blast location with her, to check on what was happening.

As they approached, the scene before them twisted into a nightmarish reality.

The solid ground beneath them began to fracture, enormous cracks splitting open like a monstrous web, spreading rapidly in all directions.

Selina's breath hitched in her throat as her sharp memory kicked in. She recognized this place, and knew exactly what lay below—the third layer.

'Who the hell did this?' Selina thought, her mind racing, but there was no time for investigation.

"Run!" she roared, her voice slicing through the rising panic among the soldiers following her.

Without waiting for any of them, she broke into a sprint, her legs propelling her forward with urgency.

Behind her, the ground began to give way, the cracks widening into a massive chasm, devouring everything in its path—walls, debris, and everything.

The bio-mechanical soldiers, groaning under the sudden strain, scrambled to keep up.

Their enhanced limbs helped them push their bodies to the limits as the deadly maw of the ground threatened to swallow them whole.

Selina led the way, her movements swift and precise, as she stole a glance over her shoulder, and just as she feared, the ground where they had been standing moments before had completely given way turning into a large hole.

Pulling out her comm, she relayed the data, and ordered the other Mechanical soldiers, "This is Selina. The structural integrity of the second floor is compromised."

Her voice was steady despite the chaos. "All units, converge on the battle prep zone immediately. Prepare for incoming hostilities." She issued commands without much emotional swings, even when the ground behind her collapsed into a massive pit, chasing them with terrifying speed.

With her warning sent, Selina focused on one thing: keeping herself and the small team behind her alive.

They ran for a few more minutes before coming to a stop, gasping for air as the tremors behind them finally subsided.

Turning around, Selina and her group stared at the scene unfolding in the distance.

The ground they had been standing on before was now a massive pit, where rocks, mud, and shattered debris had collapsed into a void, sending a thick cloud of dust spiraling across the second floor.

For a moment, the air was filled with nothing but the sharp sound of crumbling stone and the eerie groan of structural damage echoing through the space.

As the dust slowly settled, what was once a solid layer separating them from the third floor—the domain of the Half-Drows—had turned into nothing more than broken rubble.

A gaping hole stretched before them, huge stretching out for miles leading to the third floor.

Selina rejoined the rest of her bio-mechanical soldiers. Raising a gloved hand, she signaled for the formation to halt.

Her eyes scanned the chaotic mess around them before issuing her next command. "Deploy scout drones and seismic anchors. We can't afford another collapse."

Her voice rang out with the precision of a commander accustomed to being obeyed, and without hesitation, a few soldiers broke off from the formation.

They carried sleek, cylindrical devices and plunged them into the fractured ground.

The hum of machinery filled the air as the seismic anchors activated, emitting a steady, low-frequency pulse designed to stabilize the surrounding area.

The ground beneath their feet vibrated gently before settling into place, fortified against further disaster.

Meanwhile, a swarm of spider-like drones skittered across the rubble, their metallic legs clinking and clattering as they moved.

These scouts darted forward, scanning the wreckage with precision as they moved deep into the pit.

Their sensors pinged and beeped, transmitting streams of data back to Selina's Bio smart chip.

Her eyes flickered, displaying readings in rapid succession—heat signatures, structural weaknesses, residual energy spikes.

Frowning, Selina muttered to herself, "Something's off…" The data didn't align. The collapse was too clean, too calculated.

"These blasts weren't random. They're too precise… too coordinated." Her suspicions deepened, and she knew better than to dismiss such instincts.

One of the soldiers, his frame hulking, stepped forward to report. "Commander, no signs of enemy forces yet. Should we proceed with securing the perimeter?"

Selina tore her gaze from the data feed and glanced back at the soldier. "Yes, but stay alert. I want eyes everywhere. We can't assume we're alone."

Without missing a beat, she turned toward the communication array behind her and spoke in a clear, commanding tone. "Initiate visual relay. I want a full scan of the enemy forces below. Focus on the third layer."

A few seconds later, the display flickered to life. A chaotic scene emerged in detailed clarity, showing the third layer.

It was a battlefield of broken rubble and scattered debris, but amid the destruction, something stood out—a faint glow.

Drones zoomed in on the source, revealing an energy shield barely visible through the dust and rock.

Beyond the shield, the Half-Drow mages were hard at work, their hands crackling with spiritual power as they unleashed powerful spells, clearing away the debris with unnatural speed and precision.

Selina's eyes narrowed at the sight, and then a thunderous roar erupted from the Half-Drow Leader in the vast pit, "You damned Mechanical Soldiers, I'll kill every last one of you!"

The tension around her soldiers thickened as they processed the visual. Selina's lips curved into a grim smile. 'This battle's just getting started.'

Selina's focus shifted completely to the exhausted Half-Drows below, the sight of their wearied bodies triggering something primal within her.

Any curiosity about who caused the collapse vanished from her mind, replaced by the thrill of the impending battle.

With cold determination, she raised her arm, signaling her soldiers. "Prepare to engage," she commanded, her voice dripping with anticipation.

The bio-mechanical soldiers responded in perfect unison, their blades humming and cannons charging.

A wicked smile curled on Selina's lips as she licked them, her eyes gleaming with the fiery excitement of combat. "Hehe, let's see who's going to kill who."

There was a dangerous edge to her voice, a thrill that had been missing since her last defeat in this very place.

Her mind drifted back to when she first entered the Void Space, brimming with arrogance.

She had recklessly stormed into the Third floor, fully confident that no one could stand against her might.

And, for a while, that seemed true. The Half-Drows fell swiftly before her, their bodies scattered across the battlefield like broken toys.

She had relished in their weakness, a fleeting sense of invincibility fueling her brutal assault.

But then their leader arrived, and effortlessly stopped her rampage, cutting through her attacks with ease.

Selina had been forced to retreat; her pride shattered. The humiliation of that moment still burned in her memory.

'Why is something so powerful lurking in this place?' She questioned herself before, even if her true body used a rare bloodstone to improve the difficulty of the Void Space, the creature inside shouldn't be this strong.

She then discovered the true source of the Half-Drow Leader's power: it stemmed from the blessings of the Stone Statue.

But now, through the feed, she could see that the stone statue was dimming, losing its power to sustain the energy shield.

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