Once more, Skin was violently pulled from a plane and cast into the nameless ether between reality; this time, though, the environment it found itself in were almost...placid in comparison. A great city with incredibly varied design and form...and a Will.<br/><br/>This was not like the Tiamat-entity in Dis, that Skin's naescent self had instinctively risen to challenge despite the power imbalance. As Skin had been a flickering spark to Tiamat's inferno, the Will that Skin could feel pervading the city it had arrived in was the bonfire to Tiamat's tiny spark. Will to a degree that made even it shiver in discomfort - but at the same time, curiously passive. It was as if the Will that dominated this city was omnipresently aware of everthing without actually being specifically conscious of anything. It was overwhelmingly powerful, but still and inactive. Watching, or perhaps waiting.<br/><br/>The offers of aid from the entity in alignment with the sub-unity that Skin's unity had rescued broke it from its reverie. A part of Skin wanted to ask what Will governed this realm that it could feel in such idle potency, but another part reasoned that anything which could potentially attract focus from that Will would be ill-advised. So it remained silent on the greater matter, to handle the lesser.<br/><br/>"This one would benefit from nutritional replenishment, and material with which to repair this one's external social covering. Else this one has no immediate need for material assistance." Aware that the entity might find difficulty in interpretation of verbal exchange, Skin held up its right arm to view, the glistening muscles and ichor-filled veins cleanly visible almost to the shoulder.