Although Nero had not had the privilege of going to a farm himself, he had seen pictures at least. Sugarcane was not a common plant, but wherever it was planted, it would usually be in aligned columns and rows. There was no such symmetry here.
The canes grew randomly and haphazardly, each one thicker than the girth of his glaive, and taller too. Their dense population and tall height hindered much of the light of day, and filled the air with a faint, sweet smell that Nero could detect even through his mask.
More importantly, they created an almost suffocating environment, surrounding Nero with wonder and danger due to the limited visibility. He only walked for a couple of minutes before he lost sight of his team entirely. Instead of feeling more strained, however, Nero felt more relaxed.
Now that he was alone, he didn't need to hold back whatsoever.
