Panic erupted as a sudden swarm of locusts descended without warning. Farmers scattered in all directions, like chicks separated from their mother.
Amidst the chaos, Clayton remained calm, not the least bit flustered. He had been preparing for this day for a long time.
The locusts spread rapidly across the farmland, including Clayton's fields. Without delay, he deployed an old technique: unleashing waves of high-viscosity fluid—thick enough to slow and weaken the insects mid-flight.
As the locusts flew through his land, the sticky liquid clung to their wings, weighing them down until they dropped from the sky, one by one. Some pushed through, but were soon caught in the nets Clayton had installed earlier.
