Absolute confidence. That's what Faetalis wanted to put on display for her remaining Overseers, for her remaining family; she had access to her HUD and menus - unbeknownst to her, a simple product of her Android design, and not what she hoped - which allowed her status of her Guild Members. Zero. They always say, [i]that one is the loneliest number,[/i] but what is zero, if nothing at all - the peak of loneliness? Shaking her head, Faetalis attempted to dispel those thoughts that would haunt, like tacos after Tuesday, and focused on the ground beneath her.

Dragons had eyesight keen enough to pull a single human race from a crowd of thousands, and ne'er lose sight of it, even under illusion and witchery. As such, even in the blinding midday sun, it was child's play to take in the village so far below her, and every face that hustle and bustle about. It was a quaint thing; provincial and, most likely, ancestral to many of the people that she spied on from the cloud layer. It was impossible to know how they would react to a dragon, so she daren't go lower than she was, but they seemed to be acutely aware that something was amiss.

After all, they were communing on the side of the village adjacent to where Infactorium had crashed.

Unwilling to risk more, Faetalis took into the clouds, and saw something standing taller than any building in YGGDRASIL Online ever had; a tower into the clouds, that went beyond the skyborne ceiling, and out of her sight. Her demihuman eyes had not even glimpsed it, yet Havern's eyes could see it plain as day - yet, even to his eyes, it seemed ethereal, unreachable. Faetalis had so many questions, and knew, instinctively, there were no answers at this present moment.

For now, that shining tower was to be regarded as an errant model with bad coding. Havern was a monster, and Faetalis was not. It was probably that simple - had to be - so she turned her attention back to the village...

...it was dark.

“[color=add8e6]W-What!?[/color]” Faetalis stammered, as she started at her "in-game clock".

[12:32 AM JST]

“[color=add8e6]I've been up here... for twelve hours...[/color]” Faetalis realised with a chill.

In YGGDRASIL Online, even the most basic of Transformation Magic was timed. Faetalis could maintain, with her Mana Pool and Divine Magic, Bronze Raid Boss transformations for ten minutes; sacrificing power for time.

Twelve hours, however, was a far cry away.

Again, her mind reeled with questions too numerous to truly have answers, and she had to tear herself away from the turmoil of her own mind, and race back to Infactorium. As she soared through the clouds, she could see small fires burning along the mountainside - campfires.

While she was staring at the clouds, so to speak, an exploration party had assembled beneath her... aimed for Infactorium. Now, she had bigger problems. In their current state, Infactorium while had guards to defend her, she was in a state of being recycled, and her only forces were doing said recycling.

In the cover of the dark, she swept over the campsite - the darkness lending her a cover most welcomed - and landed before Infactorium. Her tongue darted from her maw, and she tasted the air; immediately, she could taste Levia’s dragonic taste, and Tungsten’s metallic taste. Setting off, she squeezed through the halls and rushed through the open spaces to the freest of her Overseers - forming a plan, as she ran.