The center of the Dead City of Flowers, the ruins of Area 3.
Materializing like smoke, the long-nosed monster Girimehkala surveyed his surroundings.
"This should do."
He dropped heavily into a cross-legged position right where he stood and formed what looked like hand seals. Suddenly, a massive shroud of dark mist surged from his entire body, billowing up into the sky to envelop the entirety of the Dead City of Flowers.
"Now, not even a single bug can escape, and none save those on par with or greater than myself can interfere in the slightest."
Just as he muttered to himself in satisfaction, a white humanoid mass materialized beside him.
"Girimehkala, the trash undead invading the vicinity are being purged smoothly. We are driving them in as we speak, so the net around those bastards will be closed shortly," it reported.
"Swift, as expected."
"Naturally, I should think. It is a rare divine word straight from our supreme Great One, after all. Everyone is bound to be fired up."
"We cannot afford to fall behind, either. We must demonstrate the depth of our devotion to our great master."
Girimehkala rose to his feet, threw his arms wide, and roared.
"The total annihilation of the enemy forces, without leaving behind a single rat—that is the longing of my supreme Great One! This mere insect shall prove useful to you without fail!"
With his third eye turning bloodred, Girimehkala shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice rumbling through the air.
Thus, the miniature garden for the rat hunt steadily neared completion.