Grekal watched as the undead hornets and their war machines continued to battle their way through the grass mass her GROWTH skill had created. Due to one being an undead construct and the rest being zombies, their continued advance was relentless.

She saw the one that commanded it all, some twisted abomination of two hornets horribly mangled together, commanding the attack while flying above the growth. Grekal knew that if they continued unchallenged, they would eventually reach the clan's home through sheer chance of nothing else.

At the moment the greater insects made from smaller regular insect-eating the greater fast-growing magic grass were fighting the undead's advance. But they were unorganized and being destroyed by a swarm of undead. So if they wanted any hope of stopping them, they needed another force in the maze of endless grass to force the ideas back.

Sadly, they didn't have that, as only the hunters of the clan led by a hunting elder could find their way through the endless maze of grass. So Grekal could only watch as the enemy got closer and closer to her home, hoping that perhaps Wormer's next assault would force them to turn around and defend their kingdom, resetting their progress.

Luckily, though, for her clan, there didn't seem to be any more reinforcements besides a steady flow of undead hornets to replace the ones lost. As if called by her very thought, a sudden surge of violent-looking undead grass elementals poured out of the fog wall and into the grass maze to reinforce the ones already fighting.

Grekal realized with this that the grass maze was effectively lost, and it was only a matter of time until they found the clan's village. So she quickly made her way out of the grass maze in her giant form, safe as the magic of the GROWTH not only allowed her to find her way but made it impossible to find her so long as she was in the grass maze she had grown.

She quickly made her way back into her clan village and made directly for the grand elder, who was still looking over Gressel in the rather large healing hut he had made for him. "Grand Elder, will Gressel be ready to enter the fight again soon?" Grekal asked quickly, her desperation clear in her voice.

The grand elder nodded a no back. "He will be ready soon, but he just needs a bit more time as his body fights off the last of the toxins. Now what has you in such desperate spirits, Grekal?" The grand elder asked gently, to which Grekal took a moment to calm herself before answering.

"The undead to our north are pushing hard and are overwhelming the wild greater insect in the grass maze. Soon there won't be many of them left, and once they're dealt with, they'll focus their efforts on finding us. Which they will do, as they have the numbers and the ability to see it from above to find us if they aren't interfered with." Grekal stated to the grand elder her fear of their village being found and then being overwhelmed, apparent.

The grand elder merely sat there a moment in his chair made of twigs next to Gressel, who was breathing evenly in his bed of grass while Grekal waited outside the door. Grekal waited for a long moment before the grand elder eventually spoke. "It is time for the grand creation of grass." The elder said simply, to which Grekal nodded grimly, knowing that the situation called for it but also knowing that if this failed to deal with the undead threat, their clan would more than likely meet its end.

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So with the decision made, the grand elder got up and left the hut, leaving Grekal, who took over the watching of Gressel. The grand elder soon made his way over to a part of the village where all the crafters of the clan were and began the call of his fellow craftsmen.

"My fellows who have longed to create the village and all its wares. The hunters have made their grand hunt but have been caught instead; the farmers have grown a great field to keep the enemy at bay, but they make their way through anyway. So now it falls to us to craft as we have always done to push back those who threaten all we hold dear." The grand elder said softly to the assembled, who all heard despite how quiet he had been.

The people gathered did not roar as the hunters would have; they did not cheer as the farmers would have either. No, they merely nodded and got to work, and so the grand elder and all the craftsmen of the village got together and began to craft something very large. The thing took over a hundred craftsmen to make and thousands of regular grass fibers and an unknown amount of magic grass fibers woven in.

As the creation was woven, the grand elder got bigger and bigger until finally he was as big as the other elders at two and a half times his original size at the same time they were done making their creation. Then the grand elder activated a single skill and, in doing so, let loose one of the most dangerous creatures to ever stalk the grass.

The skill was GRASS LIFE, and a serpent made of grass opened its eyes for the first time. The grand elder looked at their creation and spoke but a single word. "Seek." He said, and with that softly spoken word, their creation quickly took off, speeding its way across the village and into the grass maze where its prey was.

The grand elder and his fellow craftsmen watched their creation for as long as they could before it disappeared in the grass. One of the most skilled grass craftsmen of the clan, a man by the name of Grasser, looked to the elder and asked. "Will it be enough?" Grasser asked simply, to which the grand elder's reply was simply.

"It had to be." The grand elder said softly, falling back into the waiting arms of his compatriots, who had waited for this moment knowing the price to be paid for bringing to life such a great grass serpent was to bear great weakness, which would be doubled if it was slain before its task was completed.

So with the grand grass serpent, the rest of the crafters carried the grand elder to where Grekal was waiting and laid him down next to Gressel. Grekal then began applying special medicine to help the grand elder during this time of weakness. Once she was done, she sat down and looked at her fellow elders and then simply said, "Let it be enough." A prayer, a promise, and a desperate hope all in one sentence.