Ange wanted to farm! Even the appearance of Harvey couldn't stop him from farming; nobody could deter him.
Ange took a quick aerial survey before landing. He then ran, scythe in hand, with the blade pointed downwards, scraping the ground to mark straight guideline on the surface.
As the Little Zombie moved along these guidelines, it dug straight ditches swiftly with its hoe. The dug-up soil was piled to the side, forming ridges, and naturally, a ploughed field with neatly arranged ridges and ditches took shape.
The Little Angel, carrying the Earth Hammer, ran around in the field, smashing any sizable stones in sight.
The Bronze Dragon flew around with a seed dispenser. Every sway of its claw dropped seeds into the furrows.
They buried the seeds, watered them, then stepped back and looked up at the sky.
The sky was in perpetual darkness.
A mistake has been made. They needed to try again.
