Today the cavalry arrived in spectacular fashion. From more than a dozen different ex city-states united under our empire came an army of soldiers that charged the base of the enemy with fervor and zealotry. Shouting rallying cries like ‘strike down the bastards who dare attack our capital’, ‘for the emperor’ and ‘for the goddess’. They charged and they attacked, caring not for their own injuries as they truly believed that their goddess will cure anything short of death. With grasping vines of Whitefoot I made sure to meet their expectations.

Feeling their anger and rage, their hatred and pride, their intensity, it feels good. That rush of fiery emotion rivals anything I have felt before and fills me with my own personal sense of pride.

But the assault eventually had to come to an end. I can heal injuries and I can heal physical fatigue, but I can’t easily replace lost mana nor can I fix mental fatigue. And these people are not accustomed to large scale battles.

In the end this assault caused minimal damage to either side. These soldiers are not our best, or even our second best, those are with Par. They are farmers, street urchins, common labourers, a volunteer militia equipped mostly with farming implements and cheap weapons, nothing made of wood. Yeah, there are some divers and adventurers amongst them, but not many.

That isn’t to say that they had no advantages. While not all of them had access to my hivemind this morning when they arrived, most of them did, and all of them will by tomorrow. Easy to extract the wounded when everyone knows exactly who is wounded and I know exactly who to heal. With Azrezel raising those that died before they can be brought to a place I could heal them in addition to sending his own undead into the offensive our soldiers just simply would not die to anything short of complete annihilation. In addition to that as the fighting went on the soldiers got stronger as many of them started to use some kind of magic to reinforce their bodies. When I asked about it they basically thanked me for my blessings, I’m not entirely sure but I’m guessing that they believed so strongly that I was personally helping them in this conflict that they started to use a spell that made them better at fighting without realizing it. Similar to how I figure out healing for the first time. I should see how I could go about encouraging this.

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Their assault did cause some damage, and more importantly it bolstered our moral while striking fear into the hearts of the enemies. I don’t know much about leading an army, but I do know first hand that despair is lethal. Hopefully this will cause them to make more mistakes.

Shortly after the assault ended I decided to burn my fate while trying to think of a solution to our current problem. Almost immediately I thought to myself that the problem was that I didn’t have enough mana to simply overpower and turn off those enchantments. Given that Fate often shifts my thoughts like this I decided to follow this line of thought to the end.

If I try to directly attack the platform with my plants while burning through nearly all of the mana I have access to, or solar energy it doesn’t really make a difference, then I can do some damage. Not enough to really matter but enough to prove that this enchantment can be overcome through brute force, if I had enough brute force that is. And thanks to Tiddol I do know a way to turn the enchantment off, if I had enough mana to power it. It just so happens that I have a plant that I was working on that would fix this problem, if only I could perfect it.

And so I kept thinking about how I could go about improving it and perfecting it. Like a way to use pipeweed and spellwood in a way that could dramatically improve its ability to move Solar Energy faster, using Pipeweed in a way I had never considered before. Or using Null to cause the spells that form the substance in the pores to break down much faster than they would have otherwise, allowing them to work on that substance faster. In addition to subtly changing that substance to somehow be even easier for mana to break down. All of this was likely the direct result of burning Fate, and I feel like I can implement and perfect them all rather easily.

I will spend as much time as I possibly can perfecting this plant, with my current supernatural luck with this project that should take at most three more days. Who knows if the aftereffects of burning several months worth of Fate will last that long.

Anyway, I should get back to work, So Good Night Diary.