All had spoken. All thoughts were accounted for, and all opinions had been taken into consideration.
Anzelgrad would survive, as was always the intention.
In truth, Faetalis had always intended to absorb the fallen kingdom from the start; an established foothold was critical to any planned campaign, as a war could only survive at length on the backs of its people, and their resources. Infactorium was naught to survive an extended campaign against an unknown nation and what it could bring to bear against them. However, now, she knew, even though they habored their doubts, they could be trusted to assume the duties of their position, and thus, they would receive their command without her worrying.
However, as it stood, they had no-one to command, and therefore, they had no chain of command to compel them forward.
There was no Human that would follow the decree of a Monster. As such, she would need to quell their inhuman darkness with an artificial light, and gift onto them the ability to blend among them, so they may stand before them, and rule above them, as wolves in sheep's clothing.
As such, it was time to reopen her Workshop.
"Decided, then, we are in this matter. Anzelgrad shall be annexed, and our borders extended, as a result," Faetalis says. "Now, we move to the next order of business. Follow me," she says, before heading to the door behind her. "It's time to play in The Dollhouse."
Invited into her personal Factory, her newly formed Raid Council would finally see the actual Creation Territory of their Guild Leader that was often spoken of in unsettled, curt terms by her compatriots.
And, for good reason...
“Gogzilla”, “MysterBlyster, “LadyinWaiting”, and so on - left and right; row-by-row; column-by-column; faceless mannequins stood in poses of defeat... nothing more than a taxidermied recreation of every Supreme Beings that had fallen against Infactorium. The mannequins stood in alphabetical order, and, one by one, the Raid Council was affronted by the truth of The Dollhouse, as they took in those they'd long defeated - now, repurposed into “Combat Costumes” for their highest Overseer.
Faetalis was known for being the hardest fight in the Guild, and MinMaxine was spoken of with an odd terror that didn't fit the slime, who was more a mascot than a fighter...
But, then, few only saw the truth.
"Here we are," Faetalis says, as she reached the center of the Warehouse/Dollhouse, and stood before a massive table of sewing machines, weaving looms, and leather working stations that ended at a three-way, full-body vanity set up for tailoring her skinsuits for MinMaxine.
"Time to start your new life, my Raid Council," she says, “Who wants to go first?”
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