The reports of spreading corruption reached the ears of Ignias and he soon ordered his brotherhood to march. Though no enemy blocked their path, it seemed the very nature was corrupt, foul odors confusing each and every one of his silver warriors, leading them astray among twisted roots and grasping vines. It was only logical that when some of the trees began to move, the unnerved Stormcast did not hesitate to show the might of the Storm. And the trees did not like that at all, and fought back with bark and blade.
The battle was over quickly, with most of the "trees" decimated under silvered assault and only after the noxious fumes cleared out, Ignias found out that they fought against a warband of Sylvaneth warriors. After brief talking with the Arch-Revenant "Que" Quercus Hojaoscura, it was cleared that these were the guardians of the "Tea House", something which seemed before more of an error in translation than anything else. But when a group of dryads, one that got thoroughly beaten up by Blackstorms, rattled down and from the dirt and wood arose a mightier spirit of the forest, it seemed there will be no more talking and Sylvaneth are ready for another round. Instictively Ignias braced his hammer, but it was not blade that spirit aimed at him, but... a cup of tea..?
Many are wonders of the Mortal Realms, but this one will remained in Ignias' mind for a while.