《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 3
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Today my forest reached our borders, and stopped. Knowing our enemies this is no surprise, though no less frustrating for it. With so many true immortals under their control it would be strange if they had no means to prevent my expansion, they have already demonstrated at least one method by which they are able to destroy my forest. I almost wish that they had brought in lumberjacks to start cutting away at my forest, at least then I can slaughter the pests.
The will of the people must be affecting me more than I thought. After so many attempts to subvert and destroy us they desire nothing more than the blood of our enemies. At this point I have given up hope for a peaceful resolution to our conflict, my people hate them too much for them to accept such a conclusion. But, I still hope to minimize bloodshed. The best way to do that is to get my hivemind to expand inside of their cities as much as possible, no need for bloodshed if the city greets you with open arms.
I spent my day trying to figure out how to pierce through the barrier they have set up. I can't go under, over, or around it, the barrier seems to be a sphere. And I don't even know how to start trying to go through it, I have no idea how it's keeping me out after all. None of the scholars know anything yet either, they haven't had time to properly examine it. Still, it's only been the better part of a day since I reached the barrier, it will likely take time to get through this new hurdle.
My apprentices, on the other hand, have had no problems getting through their hurdles. They are able to perfectly replicate the function, if not the form, of nearly every major organ. Which is, admitedly, relatively easy once you know how it is supposed to work. Intention is easily enough to bridge the gap here, especially when you already have some skill with flesh manipulation. And they are better healers than I was when I first started trying to figure out flesh manipulation, in skill if not in shear power. At this point they are capable of making their own bodies, though they still need the ones Azrezel and I can make if only to serve as a reference.
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During my downtime I hung out with Par, who is planning on heading out again tomorrow as he has had plenty of time to refresh his army. It's a shame I don't get to hang out with him more often, but he's always on the front lines expanding our empire. Maybe once the angelic council is crushed he will finally settle down and relax. I know Tiddol would love that.
Anyway, Good Night Diary.
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