As her Overseers, and her new Raid Council, took to their factories, to their new lives, and their new responsibilities, Faetalis would take to the skies after a day - assuming the form of a [url=https://i.imgur.com/8T5YHnG.jpg]Rustic Gravewurm[/url] soaring in and out of the clouds; staining them with death and rust. Anzelgard could see her soaring as a pale omen, a potent of doom...

This would be the practical exam of her Raid Council: [b][i]Defend Anzelgard from her.[/i][/b]

Yes, she would have opted for anything else - engineered a scenario to have an enemy force attack the village; a bunch of faceless nobodies with the sole purpose of pillage and purge. Hell, she could have just created one from her Dollhouse, and spared herself the resources to manipulate real people.

However, she needed to put her new Raid Council through their paces, and push them to their limits.

And, to that end, she would force them against the strongest force possible.

Herself.

So, she would fly through the clouds on and off for a week - leaving a doll of herself to operate as herself in her own stead, so she was in two places at once. The doll was superficially her, and incapable of operating in combat as she could, which was all according to keikaku*...

All that remained was how her Raid Council would act throughout the week.

And, at the end of said week, the Doll would look up into the rust darkened sky, as she did each morning...

“[color=add8e6]Alright, then,[/color]” Doll Faetalis says, as she sat on the edge of their mountain. “[color=add8e6]It’s about time we deal with this overgrown lizard,[/color]” she says, programmed to have zero knowledge of Faetlis’s true purpose for her existence, “[color=add8e6]I gave it a week to see what it was doing, and now, it’s just being annoying. It hasn’t been sunny for days. I’m getting pale as a ghost.[/color]”

Getting up, the facsimile would call an Emergency Meeting.

It was time to slay a dragon. Anzelgrad would make for a fine battleground.