Some of your enemies are on ledges that used to be platforms for compacting metal. Perhaps they're unaware that the circuitry still works. But then, it didn't until I restored power just now. I don't yet know how some of them manage to be half-in, half-out of normal space, but rest assured, they can be destroyed. If you can find them.
Here's a map of the area as it was before I brought the Pfhor. You have a problem with that? Do you want my help, or not? I've sent in, near your position, an experimental magnetic shielding device. I don't know how long it will last, so don't waste it.
The scrub, Where live deer, and bears, and bluebird nestlings Jacks-in-the-pulpit and honeysuckle, Muscadines that see no jelly jars, Palmetto bushes with spiny guards, and Spanish bayonets And heat, Forgotten gravestones crumbling under Spanish moss, Herons, and mosquitoes, and cypresses like old men . . . But there are no men, And no chainsaws, or radios, or Hoovers, No future shock, But there is fear. The fear of what was abandoned: Something so alien that it doesn't even care.
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