Today I continued my attempts to turn mundane plants into something magical. I decided to focus on its ability to create mana out of the light of the suns, mostly because it was the thing that stood out to me as being the most obviously magical. I did make progress, but it was slow. The world added to that part of the plant in a meaningful way maybe one in ten evolutions, even with me actively guiding it. Considering the fact that I was able to trigger roughly twenty-five evolutions today, things could be going better. I decided to strip down everything that wasn’t related to the task of creating mana, hopefully, that will make things go a little faster.

I’ve received word from Par that the angelic council has issued a public declaration of war towards us. Something about subjugating barbarian heathens that have refused to see the light. Our borders have not met yet and still, they declare us to be their enemies. I don’t think they will us to be as easy to push around as they think we are.

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Some good news from that, the remaining city-states are all rushing to declare a side in this conflict, none have tried to remain neutral after what happened to the last ones who did that. A majority of them have decided to join us, offering what they can to support the war effort. It seems the council’s purge of a city backfired a little, spreading hate more than fear.

Other than that I spent my downtime thinking. I returned to that small stream I found before and sat alone with my thoughts. Meditating, almost. It is pleasant and calming.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.