《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 167
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Progress is being made faster and faster. Once I’m done with Astrie I will move onto the next plant. I have to say, using my grove to make me think better was a stroke of genius. I am making blindingly fast progress on improving my abilities with Solar Energy as a result of my expanded mental capabilities. It doesn’t make me better at getting to the right solution, it just allows me to try again over and over again faster than I possibly could have otherwise. For the same reason it also make refining my plants an incredibly fast process. The growth of my grove is noticeably slower now, despite the fact that I have more and more mana every day to feed to it. This is almost certainly because of the fact that every tree needs a lot more mana to grow thanks to their improved mental abilities. So nothing I didn’t expect, but it is still disappointing to be proven right. Azrezel made a breakthrough today. He figured out a way to connect his undead together without an apparent upper limit on the number he can connect together. The downside of this is that it is significantly less efficient than the method he was using before, which sucks because that one was already terrible for efficiency. Plus he still has to maintain it manually and the inefficiency makes that difficult. So the theoretical maximum is much higher than the seven or eight he was getting the other day, but the practical limit is still at two or three. And three is pushing it quite a bit. The city Par is seiging surrendered the other day. Something about the General having a very public nervous breakdown being terrible for moral. Either that or the knives pressed against the now ex-leaders of the city necks. The important part, or at least what Parius says is the important part in his letter, is that only minor infrastructure damage was caused. Par is going to be home in the next two days barring unforeseen circumstances like a pair of true immortals dueling to the death on his path home. It’s happened before and it will happen again. It is basically the weather, only less controllable. Other than that nothing I noticed happened. Anyway, Good Night Diary.
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