[ UNIT LOST: ROOT-FATHER (ELDER) ]
[ ENEMY COMBAT EFFECTIVENESS: -45% ]
[ STATUS AILMENT: SEVERE TOXICITY / DEMORALIZED ]
Root-Father, alone, had crippled half of the greatest army in the Sector.
Red leaned forward, resting his chin on his steepled fingers. The shadow over his face darkened.
"You did the calculations," Red whispered to the empty air.
Root-Father had lived for centuries. He had seen everything, from wars to natural disasters. But never in his life had he seen the Troglodytes dig, the Kobolds build, and the Shell-Kin fortify, together in harmony with one goal in mind.
He knew that even if Bastion won a defensive siege against thirteen thousand soldiers, the city would be reduced to rubble. The Bio-Reactor would be smashed, and the Onyx Hall would collapse.
So, the Treant took the logistics into his own hands. He traded one life to eliminate eight thousand.
