Effortlessly, he pulled upwards, loosening the soil below, and breaking the Icecore Grass free.
Overhead, the gibbous moon's rays broke free from beyond the ambush of storm clouds. From the skies right down to the earth, arrows of silver streaks shot out, covering the entire arena in a warm glow of pale silvery light.
On Nexus' forehead, lines of sweat began to form.
His face glistened with sweat under the moon, as he undertook the daunting task of reaping the field by himself- with no tools.
A short while later, without stopping for breaths or pausing intermittently for a short break, Nexus had managed to rip out a decent portion of the field. Next to him, the bundle was piled high. Its Blueish green looked next to black under the moonlight.
"System, take this whole pile into the spatial storage system, and bank it for much later!"
[AFFIRMATIVE.]
In a second, it was all gone.
The pile had disappeared.
