"Finally back."
Fang Zheng stretched a long lazy stretch as he returned to the snow-covered cabin in the forest. Nymph, too, yawned beside him, emanating a vibe of someone who had finally come home for the holidays after a long journey.
"This place does feel more comfortable, Master."
"Yes, I think so too."
Fang Zheng had nothing against the Zerg, but those damned obsessive-compulsives who couldn't live without their fungal carpets nearly covered the entire planet with it. To be honest, it might be interesting to look at once or twice, but gazing at the same scene day in, day out, that would be torture. Now, Char Planet, under the "diligent cultivation" of the Zerg, had completely lost its blue skies and white clouds and was bathed in a sea of crimson. Aside from a few trees and rivers that were spared, everywhere else was covered with fungal carpets and Zerg constructions...
