The Curse Seed was a biological weapon, pure and simple. It spread through flesh and blood, and in turn, flesh and blood were the very fuel that accelerated its growth.
By explaining the mechanics, Orion was implicitly handing the dirty work over to Aina and her Hellscream zealots. They would be the ones to pile up the bodies.
"Mister, this method... it's absolutely diabolical. It's genius," Aina said, her eyes wide.
Orion ignored the flattery. He watched the small girl, noting the fracture in her psyche. The trauma of losing her family had split her in two.
On one side, there was the child trapped in the Tower Defense World. On the other, the current Aina—a Fallen Angel bent on scorching the earth to avenge her kin.
"By the way, Mister," Aina asked, her mind already racing with logistics. "When this seed bears fruit, can I plant the pits? Can I grow a second generation? A third?"
She paused, looking for confirmation. "Will the offspring still have the power to corrupt?"
