To fight this great threat, Terraria created the Dryads to kill the looming threat.
Dryads pulled their power through their connection with Terraria.
And even with their great power, they could not kill Cthulhu.
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Running to the sound, Alastair ran past trees and other foliage and eventually ran into a small clearing in the forest.
At the end of the clearing was a sheer cliff that dropped into a lake. At the end of the cliff sat an older man.
He had a grey bucket hat along with a green vest. He was whistling while fishing with what looked like a golden rod.
"Hmm?" he hummed, turning around, "And who are you?" he asked.
"Who are you?" Alastair asked.
"The only place around here is that town, so you're a cultist, huh?" he asked ignoring what Alastair asked.
"Well, not officially," Alastair admitted.
"I see, name's Grayson, you know it's rude to ask for someone's name before introducing yourself," the man said before turning back to the lake in front of him.
"My name's Alastair. Do you know how to get to the compound?" Alastair asked.
"Nope, I'm just here cause I heard about a special fish," Grayson explained.
"What kind of fish?" Alastair asked.
"Some kind bunny fish," Grayson answered, "You know, when I was a kid, there was this guy who would catch all these fish for me," he then recollected.
Looking at the man in front of him, Alastair realized who it was. It was the Angler NPC.
"I was rude to him, but whenever I asked for a fish, he would get it for me," Grayson said, gripping his golden fishing rod harder, "He's not around anymore, went to the jungle, and well, you can guess what happened next," Grayson recounted.
"Yeah," Alastair agreed.
"It's funny, everyone hates him, for a good reason, but he was never a mean person," Grayson said, "He liked to play this one game, what was it?" he wondered while taking a hand off his fishing rod and scratching his chin.
As soon as he took one hand off his fishing rod, the rod began to pull down.
Quickly, Grayson grabbed the fishing rod and yanked up. As he did, a white fur-covered fish popped up out of the water.
"And there it is," Grayson said while grabbing the fish, "Well, I ought to be going," he said, packing up his fishing supplies.
"You came all this way for a single fish?" Alastair asked.
"Yep," Grayson responded, standing up.
"Why?" Alastair asked.
"It's not too complicated, I love to do it, so I do," Grayson explained, "I'm not hurting anybody or anything," he added.
"Do you think being a cultist will hurt people?" Alastair asked.
"Probably," Grayson said, beginning to leave, "But what do I know? And what do you care? We'll probably never meet again," he said, beginning to leave.
'Is he-'
"Baseball," Grayson suddenly said while turning around, "He liked to play baseball," he said, finally leaving Alastair alone.
Watching Grayson go, Alastair was truly alone.
He was pretty far from the main compound, and while people would be looking for him, they wouldn't be able to find him for a while.
Taking a look around to double check, Alastair then put one knee on the ground and opened up his inventory.
Alastair took out his copper pickaxe. It was almost instinctual; he thought about bringing the pickaxe out, and it was in his right hand.
It didn't feel like it had any weight, but Alastair could feel the wooden handle of the pickaxe in his hand. Running his free hand along the copper head. It was smooth and cold.
Putting the pickaxe above his head, Alastair swung at the dirt underneath him.
After a few swings, a two-by-two block of dirt popped up. After popping up the dirt block almost looked two-dimensional.
Reaching his hand out, Alastair touched the odd dirt block. As he did, the dirt block immediately disappeared, leaving a hole where the dirt once was.
Checking his inventory, Alastair saw the single dirt block in his inventory.
With a thought, he put away the pickaxe and took out the block of dirt. Like the pickaxe, he could feel the dirt, but he couldn't feel any weight.
However, the block of dirt wasn't one unified thing. It was loose soil held together into a two-by-two cube.
He then touched the dirt block to the ground, and as he did, the block snapped to the ground next to the hole.
Touching the cube, Alastair felt that it was rather tough. No matter how much he pushed and poked at it with his hand, it didn't fall apart.
It was almost like when he placed it down, the dirt became a different material.
Out of curiosity, Alastair stood on top of the dirt block.
He noticed that while it did feel like dirt underneath him, the dirt block didn't crumble or break apart as one would expect from a block of dirt.
Then, Alastair had a dangerous idea.
Looking over to the cliff, he then broke the dirt block and walked over to it.
After a few steps, Alastair was at the edge of the cliff. A single step would cause him to fall into the lake below.
Taking out the dirt block, Alastair placed the cube block on the edge.
Due to the edge of the cliff not being square, the two-by-two block looked as if it were floating midair.
Or Alastar supposed it was floating midair.
Alastair then placed a single foot on the floating dirt block. The block neither shook nor fell. It stood strong in the air.
Seeing this, Alastair smiled before picking up his other foot, leading him to stand on one foot on top of the dirt block.
Unfortunately, his balance didn't hold, and he almost fell forward into the lake. But before he did, he leaned back, causing him to fall back first on the floor.
He held his head high and laughed.
Alastair hadn't had this much fun for a very long time.
It was like the world itself had just opened up to him.
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For an entire hour Alastair did nothing but move around a dirt block. He didn't break a tree, he didn't slash at anything, he simply moved the block around.
By doing this he grew to understand how his abilities interacted with the world.
While the world itself was not on a grid, all the dirt that Alastair placed snapped itself to some kind of invisible grid which spread across the world.
As well, the dirt was seemingly invincible. Well, it was as invincible as Alastair could test for himself.
The tools that were in his inventory also seemed to be invincible.
Though, something that Alastair was yet to test is what would happen when he swung his sword at the dirt block.
His copper pickaxe always broke the dirt cube in a few swings, but he wanted to see what would happen if he swung at it.
So, he-
"Alastair!" a voice yelled out