He stared at the distance, before suddenly hissing in distaste. "Mount up! Prepare for undead hordes. May be the Sigium Terraria 7 virus, or an earlier version. Something there feels similar to it. Inari, Ama, basic suits are ready for you, they graft to the spine, painlessly this time, over a couple days. Try to not do anything that requires its full power until then. Mostly just a spine and chest protective, and can merge with more advanced suits later."<br/><br/>He jumped into the transport, and glanced at the map that it gave him. "Actually, I think this was a world I created about... fifty to seventy years before Ragnarok. Found a couple worlds where life had been killed off, but there was still an atmosphere, and reintroduced a few lifeforms, gave them basic, generic moral guidance, magic, and technology items, and then stepped out, sealed the plane, and boosted the time ratio to one year outside the plane equaling ten or so years in it. There was a second, where I introduced grass, trees, and basic animals only, was set to twenty five years inside to one outside."<br/><br/>He waited until everyone was in the transport, as it finished its repairs, and rocketed off to the sensed city, a half dozen drones being dropped at regular intervals to get a more accurate map as they went exploring. Another half dozen would be kept nearby for close recon, to ensure they didn't get ambushed. He and the constructs would be fine, but he was worried about his two delightful foxes. He wasted a half second being relieved on getting back to them, and sent them his love, as he slammed his helmet one, becoming another mobile suit of armor to an outside observer.