This time, a few of the commanders looked at him with contempt, but it was the Bishop who came up behind him and gave the answer.
"War is 90% information. Until now, we were flying blind, unable to clearly estimate the power of these backwoods villagers. No longer will that be the case. I took the liberty of purchasing a Twin Gravesap to watch, live, as the battle plays out. They know, as well as we do, that if this base is allowed to be built, their loss is certain. I expect to see them use everything they have, and when they do, we will know everything there is to know about our enemies. Come, have a seat… And watch the beginning of the end."
A Twin Gravesap!
As these words echoed in his mind, his eyes found the mound of silver earth in the middle of the room from which a very peculiar tree rose.
It had a single, eight-foot-tall straight body from which branches shot out in multiple places at perfect right angles.
