Red dismissed the blank communication screen, letting the dark expanse of the Void reclaim his primary monitor before pulling up the live feed of the eastern plains.
Gorr was completely wrong about his endgame, but Red had no intention of correcting her. Let the vassal gods think he was just obsessed with carts and travel time.
Zooming the camera past the roaring Bone Refinery and the laboring Crag-Goliaths, Red focused on the expedition vanguard miles ahead of the paving crew. The massive Treants carved a deep, continuous trench parallel to the projected path of the new road. Down in the freshly dug earth, the mutated Kobolds carefully unspooled a thick, pulsing white cable harvested directly from the root system of the Omni-Spore Tree.
Red smiled in the dark.
