The sound of fighting and shouting mixed with screams were rampant as Shenestra moved with a shadows grace to the walls. Still residing within her pocket dimension; a hyperspace between now and then, the Mystan’s were blissfully ignorant of her existence. She recognized that most of the defenders had assembled on the west side. The explosion from earlier the work of demolitions tasked in creating a hole in the wall while the assault team entered at a different point. By now they had no doubt succeeded in their task, otherwise Shenestra would have heard otherwise. Rescaling the walls and exiting the town proper was uneventful, as most of the violent constructs had gathered at the bottle neck. Reverie allowed her to push past her injures until she reached the Nemesis drop ship. Once she reached the site, she was slightly surprised that she had arrived first.

She had not long to wait for the rest however. Soon several armored and armed figures reappeared seemingly from nowhere gathering at the bash of drop-ship's ramp. The unit leader stopping before Shenestra as the others quickly entered the ship. A smaller and limp figure with a bang drawn over his head between two cultists. 

"I trust you met no complication?" She voiced with a dreary tone.

"None." Came the simple reply. He tilted his head. "And you?"

"Nothing I could not handle."

Then turning and ascending the ramp without further elaboration. Once the last of them had vanished within the Nemesis, the dark fey leader turned back observing his immediate surroundings. "If you say so." He muttered to no one in particular, before following his fellows. With their prize now in toe, Rarenrar Tlabbar had reason to feel somewhat elated. The first step in a long journey to end a tyranny of an empire and save their kind and countless others had only just begun. 

The ship rose steadily into the air with a dull thrumming hum that sent scraps of metal and debris flying. Finally it rose higher and faster before shooting skyward into the midnight mantle above.