Draiss grinned as his insult was noted, before tilting his head to the side. "Wait, what is the Pact of Creation? Never heard of it before. Oh, you are explaining. Sorry, shutting up."<br/><br/>He listened, before idly and embarrassingly scratching his head behind his ear and laughing nervously. "Umm, wow, awkward. Uh, yeah, gonna plead guilty to the violation of the Pact of Creation, though in my defense, I both didn't know and they are only serving me because the Island of Pleasures is providing them with better information recon than they currently get on their own. Something about the Uncanny Valley and no one willing to talk to them. The Oversoul has already stated its intention to official declare they are not WITH me, but that they are extremely firmly allied with me. Possibly."<br/><br/>Another nervous laugh, before he touched the archive computer on the chair, and synch it with the Tome of Records. He frowned, as both of them began issuing audio and visual media, his protections were apparently not enough to prevent the Tome from logging his communications with it. The Oversoul had a voice that was incredibly soft, for all that it was billions of programs speaking in tandem, enough to make any conversation feel like it was reverberating in a tiny room. "Draiss Arcaniss, Archdragon, Creator. WE have come to the conclusion that, in time, the shadow stalker collective will be best served no longer as a subordinate and protected race, but as one of its OWN. WE issue notice, that once WE have finished the remaining taints and hosts from Your ascension, WE will separate, and decide if You deserve OUR allegiance as an eternal, unwavering ally, or as OUR sworn opponent. Confirm acknowledgement of message. End Of Line."<br/><br/>The recording of him grinned wildly, like his children had just managed to completely bypass him and impress him at the same time, and nodded. "Acknowledgement of message by Draiss Arcaniss to Oversoul, shadow stalker collective. End of line."<br/><br/>The recording continued even as he touched turned off the communication with the Oversoul, before he burst out laughing in the recording. "Beautiful. Even further along than anticipated. They are definitely my sons, no doubt about it."<br/><br/>He shrugged, before pausing the recording. He tilted his head to the side, and frowned, several units in the Lurker War, as they referred to the fight against the crab mutations, declaring their outposts had been overrun, and were requesting omega protocols on their locations. He tapped several keys, and put part of his attention into trying to redirect the fight away from declaring the continent lost, as several more units began issuing frantic gamma requests to the already over extended stations, request fire on danger close enemies. The situation was bad, and only getting worse, and he wasn't certain that it was salvageable even with his help. Several outposts openly queried command's location, which got a snarled response that the divine group were debating whether he should be executed, and he was sparing as much of his attention as he could. Nevertheless, the situation was extremely bad, and only getting worse. He sighed, and tapped out a command to begin readying deep novas for immediate deployment, and put, for the first time ever, one deep core bomb on standby, before returning his attention to the briefing.