The great monstrosity that was the Overseer Tectus clambered her way up one of the cliffs, on an overhang not far from one of the buildings. Low enough to easily get off of, high enough that she could see much of what had once been a bustling city. The memory was hazy, like it was a dream and not something that had once been, but so was everything. She remembered her name, details, here and there, but so much had been lost. Why? But perhaps her answer was in the sight before her.

Ruins. Rubble. Nothing but broken, dusty buildings, abandoned and left to rot. What cataclysm had laid ruin and waste to Orion while she slept? Where was Astraea and the other Masters? Were the other caves in a similar shape?

She could see the Throne from here, but it rose up far in the distance. She needed more answer - if there were any valkhounds or workers or even rebels (ugh) left roaming these halls, she would find them.

Her magic flared, strong as ever, and she immediately felt multiple presences, but far less then she would have expected from Orion in its prime. Most were far in the distance, closer to the throne, but there were some close by. Some felt smaller, lesser gembound perhaps. The greater magic she focused on and honed in towards. She narrowed her eyes and walked off the edge of the cliff. Her massive body fell a few feet before slamming into the roof of one of the old buildings, immediately collapsing the stone beneath her. She gripped it hard with her claws and rode it down, landing heavily in a new pile of rubble - a very loud, crashing event that would definitely have alerted someone nearby.

A purposeful thing. A rebel would probably run and hide. Someone worth talking to would probably investigate. Either way, she would be ready for them.

Ah good, as soon as the building came down, she felt the presence move closer to her before the spell ended and the awareness slipped away. She waited, patiently, flicking dust and rock off of her hide before the creature rounded the corner. It looked far more normal than that humanoid thing had been, much more like creatures she was used to - size, shape, eyes - but her gaze flickered to the pyrite upon the back of its head and the potential for a better move was quickly soured.

"No, everything is not okay, in fact!" she bellowed as she lumbered forward and off the rubble. Her head swung as she pushed her way past the ruined entrance, knocking apart the last of the building's remains. Her head turned to regard the creature and she snorted. "Are you going to offer your assistance?" She didn't bother waiting for them to respond. "Good. You can answer some questions."

She moved in closer, absolutely invading their personal space for a moment, sniffing long and deep as she inspected their pelt, their colors, their shape. Odd, vaguely familiar but not familiar enough. "Who is your Overseer? Who made you? What are you doing here?" Get those questions out of the way first.