I think it is kind of weird that I decided to make this plant, like why would I need more mana? I have more than I need as it is. I guess I can’t exactly be everywhere, which isn’t exactly true inside my grove considering the fact that I can practically be anywhere I want, but outside of it not so much. So really this plant is going to be much more useful for Tiddol than me.

Actually, I should see about incorporating it into my Ents, once it’s actually complete of course. Especially the spell caster Ent I designed. I could also see about incorporating it into some other people, maybe add it to the whole hivemind thing? Couldn’t hurt to try.

At this point I am not entirely sure exactly how this yet to be named plant works. The method I have been using to improve it isn’t exactly conducive to figuring that out, rapid-fire guess and check doesn't help you learn why something works. I do know that it is taking stuff from the suns and turning it into mana, in addition to the energy radiating from the world. But that isn’t enough to explain the sheer amount of mana it is able to produce, and it doesn’t noticeably drop when night comes like you would expect if a large chunk of that was coming from the suns. It seems to be producing mana from some energy that I cannot see, or possibly from nothing. I don’t know which.

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We’ve received word from Par that we are going to clash with our neighbors at the border soon, or at least soon at the time of writing this. The fighting has probably already started. By the sound of things we have the advantage in this battle, hopefully, our victory set the tone for the whole war.

In probably related news someone tried to assassinate Azrezel today, but a dagger through the heart isn’t exactly lethal to an undead. The poison was similarly useless. The attempted suicide bombing wasn’t so useless, or it wouldn’t have been if the would-be assassin hadn’t been subdued and disarmed before anything too bad could happen.

So we found ourselves interrogating the assassin while he was covered from head to toe in bone bindings, his own bones by the look of things. Mostly it just confirmed our suspicions, the angelic council sent them to kill Azrezel. He also didn’t really know much beyond that, not exactly someone important by the sound of it. He did say that they have pretty much given up hope of assassinating me, at least until everyone around me was dead.

I guess we know to look out for more assassins, not that we weren’t already.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.