Draiss looked up from their daughter, and sighed. "I was asking Bastetta. And yes, I am going to object once I get to see him. I have an ever expanding war to run, and the city is already being delegated to an aspect that can indulge the time it needs. I also have several thousand minor, a few hundred moderate, and a handful of major experiments to run, as well that floating island to finish restoring. The mages that got to it the first time were drooling over it. Still are, for that matter."<br/><br/>He turned to his daughter, and paused, before glancing at his wife. "I want Bastetta to answer this one, I know you already know the answer, Kitty. Now, how does one attempt to avert a crash that follows a boom?"<br/><br/>He knew their daughter could figure it out, she was smart enough to give the wizards a hard time about magic theory, when Draiss wasn't blasting it clean out of the water with a glance and a couple questions. Most of the magic gods were still in an uproar about how he had made the Mythantine, having given away a couple key steps, but the main requirement, a Genus Loci's assistance, he had forgotten to mention. The avatar/Loci combination lifeform was now powerful enough that the shadow stalkers didn't have to provide culling duties, the Loci could do it itself, but he still kept patrols and extermination missions going. Good training for the new troops.