"One last thing." Kalla said. "Do you mind spreading yourself thin? Go as far as you can until the pain becomes unbearable."
"That's a weirdly specific request, but I understand what you're after." Loma did as bidden, allowing Kalla to collect ample data about how the energy link between the spore worked over increasing distance and the distortions it suffered once it exceeded its natural limits.
"With a bit of luck, I might be able to add an enchantment to briefly extend the connection between my physical body and phylactery." Kalla said. "It will probably be just as painful as it is for a Horde, but a bit of suffering beats being dead by a landslide."
"On that we agree." Loma sighed in relief when she finally allowed the Horde to revert to their original size. "Is there anything else you need?"
"Yes." The Wight nodded. "I need you to leave. I can't start my research with you here, and I've already lost too much time because I had to help you find the fungus folk."
