"Hey, Cannibal." Adyr's energy body called out, watching the zombie-like mutant work a pickaxe, turning the soil to aerate it and prepare a fresh bed for the newly settled insects.
"Yes?" Cannibal halted his pickaxe in midair and turned, glancing nervously between the hovering energy body and a tree that was burning.
He wasn't planning to make me handle that tree, right? The thought came with a stab of desperation.
Though his body was resilient, it could not endure active fire. He could not even step into the 10-meter ring of flame around it.
Reading him easily, Adyr let out a brief laugh. "Don't worry. I won't assign you anything that will kill you."
Some of the tension left Cannibal's face.
"I want you to keep an eye on it. If you notice any anomaly, tell me."
"Anomaly? The tree itself is an anomaly."
"You're not wrong," Adyr said, then clarified. "If the flames start to waver, fade, surge too high, or change color, report it. That's all."
