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“Get those flowers in the cages! We have to get them to the factory ASAP!” Barking orders was a lycanthropic cactus-like being, her long brown hair draping against her back as her pink skin radiated the area and the industrial jacket and jeans she was wearing. Around her neck was a black choker with a glowing cactus pendant. Her eyes, with glowing irises of red, occasionally darted around and checked each and every cage, making a mental note of the amounts of pure wiggling flowers of seafoam and pale blue in each cage as a low growl echoed in her throat. Each one of these flowers would be turned to corrupted cactuses at a factory on the mainland, the land of corruption and hardcore dubstep. Currently, this little side operation was being conducted in a corrupted cave near a volcano, the only corrupted place in Paradise. The hot pink lava emitted a malicious hue on everything the light touched, and anything that fell in would either sink to the bottom and disintegrate or end up corrupted like the lycan-cactus and her henchmen. It was her and her loved one’s job to go all over Paradise and take it for their leader while locating the sacred Treeangle of Paradise. Fortunately for Paradise’s residents (and unfortunately for the corrupted), the henchmen were never able to find the Treeangle. The corrupted’s leader would soon ask for the whereabouts of such a sacred entity, planning on using its power for his purposes. The lycan-cactus knew, and she dreaded that day. “Status on locating the Treeangle?” she asked one of her henchmen as he directed two others into putting some flowers into their appropriate cages. He only looked up at her and shook his head. “We tried everything, even forcing the flowers to talk,” he informed his leader, “However, we were able to locate its guardian.” “Then find the guardian, turn them against their homeland, and get me that treeangle! The big man would want to see this.” “Yes, boss.”