Junior is still struggling with the current exercise, but at least now she is starting to realize what she’s doing wrong. Askos, on the other hand, is able to keep all of the bodies alive as long as he still has mana to spare, and is even able to get several of them to survive past that, though not without injuries. This isn’t the type of exercise that I think they are going to perfect, it will be years before they have the kind of mana pool necessary for that. Of course, they could prove me wrong, who knows?

The only real progress I made today on my own project was a small increase in survival time for any plants I integrated into Shimmerleaf trees, and that was only by increasing the sheer amount of stuff I put in there, if there is more stuff to destroy it takes longer to destroy it. I’m going to have to keep the plant above the waterline enough that I can heal it faster than it is being destroyed, but when doing that the best I can get is to make the water spin a bit, not exactly extremely useful.

Maybe Tiddol might know a way to make it work, I’ll see about asking her tomorrow.

My forest enveloped another major city today, one in the opposite direction of the angelic council. They had willingly joined our empire a while back and there was a bit of a festival today celebrating being brought into my forest. I showed up at the event with Azrezel and met with people, mostly the people in charge of the city, though I did meet up with a number of important civilians. One person who caught my attention was a vibrant purple queen slime, one of the very few types of slimes that are consistently sentient and also very rare in this part of the world. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance to study their body, it would have been fascinating to figure out how they worked and how they are able to be intelligent despite being more or less a blob of acid. Maybe another day.

It was fun, the people were nice, there was good food and plenty of entertainment. One of the people we visited with claimed that his alcohol could get even an undead drunk, Azrezel disproved that to his own displeasure. I didn’t drink much of it myself because it tasted terrible, like pure fire.

Other than that, not a lot happened today.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.