Draiss ignored the audience, he had bigger issues, instead focusing four of the avatars to assist the two that had been working to get the ritual portal spell up, so they could just use raw magic to overcome the tech fields and portal the thing about five thousand miles straight up. He did bother to point the destination out, repeatedly and loudly, sometimes just to himself, so any gods just tuning in would know where to look to see the grand finale. He would wait as long as he could, just to get more pieces of working or formerly technology, every rivet and bolt would help. He authorized another venting, this time directing it to one of the two vent shafts that hadn't been damaged by the crash or parallel to the ground, the massive column of plasma arching up into the air though it did, toward the end of the arc, go in a parabolic arc. After the five minutes, he ordered every unit out, gave them a minute deadline, and then portalled the now lethal contraption up into space, where several stripped down survey drones would record and transmit the last second of the ship, the explosion, and all that fun stuff.