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Myrkul's own were creatures of dust to dust the essence of mindless consumption and reproduction. Even though it had one psi-seed Administratum were not creatures of construction The majority of their body that did not tend to regulation and personable interaction simply allocated to eating. A thing only natural to their baser natures. So as the vines approached the robe did not dodge neither did it move. The false face and eyes simply dropped into its body then to the ground preparing for edible things to come to it instead.

As the vines impaled the empty robe its fine threads unraveled in thick cords. Then fraying further as it drifted outward toward more edible things. Small hairs of biting consuming worms as a pale cloud of threads crawled up the fines chewing at plant flesh from within or without wherever food led them. In a handful of seconds, its volume doubled. Flares of psi-energy in midair created new shells to host motes as bits of plant consumed. That white crawling pestilence slowly beset the vines as well as the forest as quickly as they could swat larger specimens. Even the forest floor suffers badly as the march of hairworms erased organic life and chewed on trees to make more of themselves. Where once healthy loam sat now shudders and quakes as errant wind and vine slaps raise grey dust instead. The noise of microscopic motes chewing rose to combat the din of gargoyles.

Myrkul at war did not take territory. Their war one to reduce everything that supported the life of threats to dust.