"No." Shiala's voice is oddly flat. "It is dead. I was not the one to do it, but I made certain it was."

And yet, the aftereffects of being infected with those spores remain. She's been, after all, and that's just superficial.

"There may be others. It may have been the last of its kind. Such creatures hibernate for thousands of years, are only active for a few brief centuries. I hope there are no more."

But she gives a sigh. "I do believe your Yggdrasil is something quite different, if you say so." Mostly, anyway. It's like imagining a sentience attached to a law of physics, to the mass effect.