[ It is a long moment of silence -- yes even in the communion -- as Silco reels from the force of it -- how infinitesimal he felt -- like a speck of cosmic dust in the greatness of it.

He is small, like nothing, and it's only a moment, before the lines of communion are returned, and there is something...indistinct in what Silco reflects across the communion. Something in between fear and anger at the greatness of it all and how small he is.

It's smoothed over, clumsily though it is. ]

Then you can consider the Dryad's death-warrant signed. I'll do everything in our power to kill it. I'll use the time you provided to me... wisely.