The paddy is a scar on the scar of the earth. You kneel in the ash-flecked mud, the cold seeping through the rags tied at your waist. Behind you, the village waits. Silent. Watching. Their hope is a heavier weight than the hunger in their bellies.

Finally, after days of searching, I stumbled upon a hidden chamber beneath the farm. And there, nestled in a bed of glittering crystals, lay the Golden Rice Seed. As I picked it up, a surge of energy coursed through the land, lifting The Withering and reviving the farm.

Forget experience points for killing wolves. This is an where your power scales with your pantry.