With the worker ants performing their designated tasks, there was little for Gammaton to do; unlike Tungsten's automatons, the workers were 'living creatures' and had slightly more intelligent, self-preserving pathing. They were also considerably more expendable, so even if one ant stupidly killed itself, it wasn't a great loss.

Gammaton sat at a dilapidated desk, pondering about nothing. She didn't remember her own head feeling so empty and lonely as stray thoughts bounced around through her cavernous mind. Gammaton was...bored, and found herself longing for something to occupy her time with, but not just busy work, something...intellectually stimulating. That was when she remembered the holding pens at the bottom of Hivehill, where the supreme beings held gladiatorial competitions to test their mettle against some of the stronger creatures of Yggdrasil. Even before the calamity, the holding pens were poorly maintained; the supreme beings had slowly lost interest in fighting the creatures and resources were diverted to other places. Gammaton headed down to confirm her suspicions, and upon arriving could see a dwindling population of undernourished beasts. Well, waste not, want not; perhaps these could be slaughtered and sent to Mae. Gammaton wondered if Faetalis would partake of monster flesh, since Gammaton had an inkling that the Supreme Beings were averse to consuming monsters. But as a parasite, to Gammaton, food was food.

Still, the creatures were ferocious, so it wasn't like they could just be herded to the Gorging Trough without incident, but Gammaton was also unsure if Mae wanted her ingredients fresh, so Gammaton couldn't just have them killed and their parts shipped over without first asking. Besides, in her current form, Gammaton wasn't the most suited for combat, and even hungry, some of these creatures could give Gammaton and her frail host's body a run for their money. Gammaton returned to her desk and penned another letter, this time to Canology Mae, asking the chef what she wished to do with the soon-to-be ingredients in the holding pens. Gammaton ordered a worker to carry the message to the Gorging Trough; although someone would have to read it to Mae.

Now that her mind was on food, she wondered if she should try to consume enough bioenergy to power her metamorphosis. She had enough stored up that she could transform into Gammaton Infantilis immediately, and she wouldn't need much more to reach Gammaton Anastasis. Ideally, she should try to get to Nova Gammaton, as that form was most ideal for combat, which, back in Yggdrasil, also seemed to be the highest priority. But if Faetalis had gone out to survey their surroundings, then surely the Supreme Being would know best what skillsets were most needed right now. But until she was called upon, Gammaton would continue to passively oversee the work of her ants.