<strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>Dexter phased through the wall, leaving Dirae alone as she chuckled at the archivist's innocence. The ethereal world was shadowy and warped, everything vague and blurry through it. The female pirate was an indistinct blob in the shape of a woman and the entire room seemed to warp and shift like it was made of paper blowing in the wind.<br/><br/>He floated in the water outside the tower, able to see the city much clearer than what the crystal ball indicated. Alot of buildings were crumbling down and falling apart. Just infront of him, he saw what appeared to be the remains of a gate atop a small crest. To his left, a small building with a hole through the roof. To his right, another stone structure lay among a pile of debris.<br/><br/>It appeared that the tower they had found was one of four, equidistant from one another. In the distance, Dexter saw four similiar giant chains raising up into the ocean above, although one of them was broken mid-way up and another succumbed to gravity, strewn across the buildings as its' tower sat among a pile of rubble caused by its' descent. The third appeared to be in the same shape as the one Dexter had came out of. They formed a square inside the perfect circle of the city walls. If the map was any indication, each tower was a power source for much of the city.<br/><br/>Oddly, he could not see any large craters or outlines of where the creature fell atop the city. There was plenty of wreckage, sure... and one side seemed much more damaged than the other, but the city just seemed to blend into the ocean floor on that side, fading into a hill settled beside the city. It was hard to tell under the lens of etherealness, however. He at least got a good enough view of the outside to be able to teleport safely without placing himself and Dirae halfway through a stone wall, but it seemed unlikely that they would find any more dry structures like the tower.<br/><br/>But before he could assess the situation further, Dexter thought her heard a voice... or an otherworldly moan. It appeared that this place was not as quiet as they had first thought, and his brief foray into the ethereal plane may have aroused the attention of its' native inhabitants, and the archivist felt restless with its' presence.