Demeterra watched the war from the root-throne.
The throne was not a seat — it was a living structure, a network of root-tendrils that rose from the earth of her divine sanctuary and wrapped around her physical form like the fingers of a devoted congregation. Each root connected to the Growth domain's territorial awareness — the sensory network that extended across every territorial grid she controlled, feeding her the pulse of soil composition, moisture content, crop health, and the movement of every organism heavier than a field mouse within her divine borders.
Through the war, the roots carried additional data. Troop movements. Supply column velocities. Casualty figures transmitted through the domain's organic relay from her commanders on the front lines.
Through the roots, she assembled the picture. Day twelve.
