Draiss turned to Moridin, fury clear in his eyes. "You didn't see because you didn't WANT to see. The evidence was always there, and the beyonders see millennia as you see years. That is NOT a hyperbole. The constructs number in the billions to fight them off, and every day, more are required to ensure that the beyonders don't break through into an area that can't deal with them. Hunter-killers are rare, like the number of dragons against dwarves, but even you must admit that in a standup fight, a dragon wins, hands down, nine times out of ten, and nine times out of ten of the remaining times, it takes its attackers with it.<br/><br/>The beyonders are like that, but worse in that they don't care for the loss of their shards, if they even notice them at all. Would you like to see how bad it can be out on the extreme outer planes? I sacrifice hundreds of constructs a day to let you all nod sagaciously to each and lie that their isn't a problem, but this incursion has been planned for at least a millennia, or ONE of their cycles, which is their equal to one of OUR years. We balance on a knife's edge, Moridin, sustained by the single fact that the multiplanarverse is lethal to them like lotus extract is lethal to a normal mortal. I order a hundred of my sons, my constructs, to their deaths a day, and that is when the beyonders are going easy on us. I ask again, would you like to see what the constructs consider a LIGHT battle zone?<br/><br/>As for me allowing this to happen, I can not mark each and even fall of my children, not with more than twenty thousand engagement areas and more than ten times that many observation areas. That I allowed one of my sons to die here and not be brought home to be honored for his sacrifice is unforgivable, but I will not stop, because each and every one of them understands the cost of what happens if I do."<br/><br/>He nudged Tysinni back, a thought caressing her mind that he understood that, but the chance for the dwarves to get their hands on a moderately intact drone would be far more bait then he could otherwise offer. The offer to show him a battle zone was a legitimate offer, and one outpost had been under sustained but light assault for the past six hours. Nothing greater than a medium light class drone, or about forty two adventurer levels, but the sheer number of them was beginning to tell, and already an orbital station was diverting to help them hold.