Demeterra, the Rootmother, had not thought about the northern territory in four months.
She had been busy. The war with Vyreth — the Scorchling, the fire god who'd burned three hundred kilometers of her southern farmland — had ended in dissolution. Vyreth was gone. His territory absorbed, his believers converted, his domain fragments distributed among her divine architecture like nutrients fed to roots. It had cost her sixty percent of her FP reserves and a military campaign that had consumed two full seasons.
