He nodded, before heading up the path, the transport gaining height to keep a sensor net up so if something came in, they would know about it.<br/><br/>He took the last curve slowly, nearly five hundred feet from where they had landed, the thin path ample evidence as to why they hadn't tried to land here. A foot and a half wide path, slightly tilted toward the several hundred foot cliff, did not inspire confidence. There had been a railing added, but time had eaten the simple wood, leaving only a couple free standing, clearly rotting posts to mark it was there at all. A quick turn showed that the five drone siege units with flak cannons for base defenses were gone, the damage to the rock face where they had been showing they had been carefully removed rather than blasted or torn out. He took a deep breath, and then turned to the temple face, and looked over the facing, the thirteen smaller dragons gracing it rather than the five large heads that had been there while Tiamat had ruled. Five metallics, five chromatics, a prismatic, force, and night fury dragon. For a brief moment the terrain flickered, the path reforming and the dragons suddenly seeming a bit larger and to watch them, a gentle hiss of hydraulics behind them as the missing flak cannons tracked them, before reality reasserted itself, the illusionary memory vanishing like smoke into a cloud.<br/><br/>"Well, not that different from before I left, though I suspect Tiamat wouldn't recognize the place now. Lets head in, see if anything is here, or if I have been abandoned at the first heart of my religion."