[ Rubedo, ] Sylara spoke softly, her voice carrying the faint rustle of dry leaves. [ Do you require my hive-mind to march on the capital as well? I can mobilize the eastern fungal colonies immediately. ]
Red rested his chin on his palm and looked at the Rank 18 deity. She possessed the raw power to compost entire forests in a matter of seconds.
[ Keep your forces stationed in your own territory for now, Sylara, ] Red instructed. [ Your units emit highly toxic spores. Marching your fungal colonies alongside the standard infantry would unintentionally poison our own armies before we even reach the ships. ]
Sylara ducked her head. A few of her silk-moths flew up in a frantic swarm to hide the lower half of her face.
[ I understand, ] she murmured. [ I apologize for the biological hazard. ]
