- Pronoun
- they or she
Ein pondered this for a moment, then shook his head slightly in what seemed to be a begrudging way.
"Heh... While I'd prefer to consolidate our control over this world – we have, after all, invested considerable resources in our ventures here – returning to Earth and finding some other... fantastical plane to exploit would merely be a setback, at most. And if you fail, so much the better. It's entirely in my interests for you to meet your end in the polar wastes, or at the hands of Master Nascour, and should you succeed... then I'm content to accept exile to my home world."
The Manectric smirked, apparently satisfied that Mhynt's reasoning was rational, whether or not he credited her with the powers she claimed to have. He hadn't ruled it out, at least – which was only good sense for a scientist testing the shallows of another plane's laws of creation.
"The spacetime fracture where we established Terminal One is a 'Mystery Dungeon' called Eremus Fault. It is a fissure in reality which we have breached in order to establish a stable wormhole between Earth and Forlas, of which the portal maintained in Terminal Two was only a 'distributary channel', if you will. I cannot supply you with a map, or GPS coordinates, or any other such precise thing, but you seem to have an uncanny skill at finding rifts. Find this one, then. I shall wait."
"Heh... While I'd prefer to consolidate our control over this world – we have, after all, invested considerable resources in our ventures here – returning to Earth and finding some other... fantastical plane to exploit would merely be a setback, at most. And if you fail, so much the better. It's entirely in my interests for you to meet your end in the polar wastes, or at the hands of Master Nascour, and should you succeed... then I'm content to accept exile to my home world."
The Manectric smirked, apparently satisfied that Mhynt's reasoning was rational, whether or not he credited her with the powers she claimed to have. He hadn't ruled it out, at least – which was only good sense for a scientist testing the shallows of another plane's laws of creation.
"The spacetime fracture where we established Terminal One is a 'Mystery Dungeon' called Eremus Fault. It is a fissure in reality which we have breached in order to establish a stable wormhole between Earth and Forlas, of which the portal maintained in Terminal Two was only a 'distributary channel', if you will. I cannot supply you with a map, or GPS coordinates, or any other such precise thing, but you seem to have an uncanny skill at finding rifts. Find this one, then. I shall wait."