The past cycle of waiting, for the Vindicator, was one of structuring and preparing. The area of the warrens that the Vindicator had set down had been slightly altered. A hollow in one of the walls had been covered in the strange polymer that it could produce, some collected stones Doru had helped roll over attached together with the same material, and then all that white carefully covered with scavenged moss and grass, so that any onlookers from afar would see nothing but another small hill.

But it was a small hideaway, perfectly symmetrical in its design. It smelled clean and odorless within, with a light touch of the earthy scent of the moss.

The Vindicator was outside, repairing some of the damage done by a recent rainfall, its spindly fingers carefully running over the places in which there were dents and chips, and quickly replacing it with the strange glue-like material. It waited a moment for it to begin to harden, and then pressed moss over top until the white was hidden.

It was distracted from its task by the sound of shattering. Immediately, it turned from its task and floated towards the opening of the cave. It beheld the child in front of it and felt warmed, immediately calling for Doru in the link. "Thine child hast hatched. Little one," it drifted into the cavern, looming over the child for a moment, before it kneeled down, to be closer to its level. "Thou art Luminary, as decided by thine creators. I am The Vindicator." It was odd, speaking to one that it knew held the Hive's magic within, but could not feel within the endless link.