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“It learns,” Lykos whispered. “It is the land now.”

“Feed it a map,” Marcus ordered.

“Thmyl-labh,” the Greek scholar called it. The Mycelium Lab. thmyl-labh-rome-total-war-2-llandrwyd

And somewhere beneath the palace, Emperor Trajan dreamed of roots. “It learns,” Lykos whispered

He saw his last sight not as a king, but as a node in a network: Marcus Aulus smiling, his own eyes now milk-white, tendrils creeping from his ears. ” Marcus ordered. “Thmyl-labh

Behind him, the marble steps of the Tiber quay began to grow soft. White. Fuzzy.