[color=DAA520][b]Ferron[/b][/color]
[@A Lowly Wretch]- The Spire
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The mountain god, wrapped within his earthen cloak, was not deterred by his poisonous constructs failing to slow the roots. While it did not happen as he intended, he could still achieve his goals. His metals were diluted, but they were still present within the monstrous roots. It would be a waste of effort in order to try to fall the great tree while still connected to its source of power, however all he cared about was the safety of his children. He turned his attention away from the aura's reach, and instead focused his attention on the vines imbued with his metals that where quickly approaching his colony. 

He called upon his mastery of metal in order to reach out to the trace elements within the roots, and fed them the energy needed to grow. He used his power in order to cause the giant roots to shift at old angles, not only preventing them from reaching his precious colony but creating a wall that protected his grand project, as well as a measure of the ground below it. 

Once that matter was taken care of, he turned his attention to the plants that he had seeded. He waved his hand over his construct Bishop, who melted away into three different bodies which collected samples of the flowers and vegetables that had spawned. The small blobs of quicksilver moved quickly, and after few moments, the construct reformed into a singular construction. Ferron took the precious cargo and stored it within a chest that he had quickly conjured. Drips of mercury begin to fall from Bishop's vaguely humanoid form like leaves before Ferron refocused his construct to be aligned with metal. 

His task accomplished, he sat down to consider what he should do next. It had been a rather busy day with his attention being grabbed by two unexpected occurrences so quickly. While he was pondering, he allowed himself to watch the event unfold before him. It appeared as though his siblings wished to destroy the great tree, which seemed pointless. It would take a massive amount of effort to destroy the tree while it still gorging on divine energy, but beyond that, he had a certain appreciation of the tree, and its hardiness. He was forced to do some degree of harm to it, however that was only because it interfered with his own work.