Sylara adjusted her white moth-silk hood over the video feed to address her sovereign. "The macro-server warlords will eventually launch naval invasions across our borders.
We should compost the ocean floor. I can graft corrosive spores onto the underwater roots of the Omni-Web to create a defensive perimeter reef."
Rubedo rested his chin on his knuckles inside the orbital sanctuary. "Proceed with the operation. Secure the deep trenches before the invaders arrive."
Down on the western coastline, Old-Shell waded into the crashing surf. His calcified obsidian dome functioned flawlessly as a sealed bio-submersible. A very irritated Ash-Drake stomped into the shallows right behind him.
The reptilian beast had just awakened from a ten-year slumber after being tamed in the Southern Vault, and plunging into freezing saltwater immediately ruined his mood.
