Draiss didn't pursue the known associate of the marilith, letting it go, simply putting a watch out to his units on it. No sense letting them know he knew about it.<br/><br/>His one hundred and thirty fourth incursion was perhaps the most fruitful, both in experience and in treasures brought out. His island was already amassing quite a selection of high power items for sale, and the shadow stalkers that were exploring ruins were finding damned good art pieces from extinct civilizations, though they did leave a number behind at each site, taking one in four, so that studies of the ruins later would still have sufficient evidence for archeologists. Dr. Indiana Jones would be pleased.<br/><br/>He looked up at the notification, having been spending about half of the three months with his family, and the other half getting utterly powned in the Cave. He had yet to die, but he no longer willing discarded the Swing Wing, and his artifacts were the best they could be without him personally designing them all. He now had artifacts that were worthy of a god. He was a magical killing machine, and only had to augment them with his tech abilities on the level where he was forced to retreat. His expendables were carefully hoarded from the first four hundred levels, each one carefully played against the future, and he had already broken the record floors for gods, in a record time no less.<br/><br/>He looked up, and carefully unwound the magical artifacts, and stood up, before heading to the plane were his presence was requested. A break would do him good, and let him see how much he had developed during the three months. He suspected that his already optimized killing abilities were on a whole new level, but without comparing them to living opponents, rather than figments from the Cave, he couldn't be sure.