Draiss was floating over the forest, staring at the two breaches. Other things had to have come through as well, and he going to have to work carefully for the next three days, as his avatars would be consumed by the ritual, and would likely be useless for the next day after that. He stared at the woven magics, letting himself dive into them, feel them swirl around them, taste their currents and unique flavors, so the next time he sensed them, he would remember this, regardless. That done, he ordered all the line warrior, heavies, gorilla siege and the hovertanks to take up a defensive ring around the avatars, before finally responding.<em>In a bit, after I ensure nothing else was left behind, and that Circil and the others will be helping to deal with this... problem area. Otherwise, I will simply purge it, the old fashioned way, and to hell with the consequences.</em><br/><br/>He did completely freeze the area around Keelah's room, preserving the gel, before sending another response to Circil, this time a bit less demanding, but mentioning that he would wait for 24 hours before dealing with the area 'the old fashioned way, how gods used to deal with an area that tended to cause them problems. With a good bit of fire, a nice BBQ, and then sending the entire area into the ethereal, where it wouldn't cause him any more problems.'<br/><br/>That done, he headed over to the area where his avatars were, which was fast turning into a fortress, nearly an acre of land cleared around the avatars to give the shadow stalkers good line of sight and fire. After surveying and redistributing the defensive forces, he then gave the area his complete attention, ensuring that no 'gifts' had been left behind, to strike at a reaction force. That took about ten minutes, and then he headed back to his domain, strangely conscious of the lack of 'presence' in his mind from his avatars, to check on Keelah's room, as well as the plane of water from where her water was coming from. More clues might be preserved there. He suspected either a half frozen slush of water and ice, or a gel, or possible even a muscus like substance, reacting to whatever had been done to water on his plane.