Anasil didn't walk so much as teleport with every step, seeming to hop across the space as she danced among the damned. "Curious. This place seems...<br/>nostalgic somehow although I wasn't expecting so many snacks to be congregating around." She mused, reaching out to grasp one of the damned souls and then let go with a laugh. "No, not yet." She hadn't brought much in the way of her normal troops with her this time, a hazard of plane hopping without a gate available, but they didn't feel needed in any case. They were more shock troops to fight mortal armies than directly aid her all the time as of yet. It was so hard to create new creatures these days.<br/><br/>"So many souls. I might even begin to restart my experiments."  Flitting about the area, she headed towards the large tower at a steady if leisurely pace. The creatures left behind, her own mercenary race albeit clearly weaker than herself, she passed by without a word despite the temptation to take a bite out of them herself.<br/><br/>Finally she made her way to the front of the tower with her tail swaying behind her and drawing small patterns in the rocky ground behind her. She stared forward towards Alactra expectantly, waiting for the lesser being to address her first.