All those assigned to help gathered in uneven lines, a strange mixture of discipline and chaos. The crocodiles clustered together with surprising eagerness, their massive tails swaying and their eyes gleaming with curiosity. Their leader stood slightly apart, composed and watchful, as though measuring every movement. Soon after, Zephyr and Valen joined them, though neither looked particularly enthusiastic about the task ahead.
Tessa stood before them, facing the small patch of land the system had assigned her.
A mere 2m by 2m.
She placed her hands on her hips and exhaled slowly.
"So this is it?" she muttered. "The land… It should be easy enough to work on."
Compared to what she had imagined, it was laughably small. Still, this tiny patch was her lifeline. If she managed it well, it could produce enough crops to keep her alive—at least for now.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the seeds in her hand. They weren't many.
Not enough… not nearly enough.
