The sad little moss seemed to find a way to deflate even more as I pressed my power on it. Slivers of limestone crushing its outer fronds, water drained away and the barest form of pressing heat I could muster drying it out even further, pure stone and no nutrient-filled soil around—and the damn things were only just starting to die.

Moss was needed for the environment, but gods if it didn't still act like a weed.

But now the two distinct species were finally starting to brown, their greenery shriveling and collapsing to little rotten heaps of stubbornness.

Forget what other attributes they had. If they could teach my other creatures how to survive that long in an environment that could not have wished them more dead if the gods themselves willed it, my dungeon would never die.

But now I could consume.

Jadestone Moss (Rare)

In parallel to its amber-producing brethren of trees, this species stores water inside its outermost leaves until they eventually die, in which they solidify into a hard, gemstone-like mineral that defends the inner core.