Amidst the chaos and clamour of violence, Kistaria had made a new home for herself... in the last remnants of the world she had left behind.

The outside of the crystal dome buzzed with sculpting and carving machines, now under command of the megalomaniacal half-cat woman in posession of the entire facility. Some sinister additions to the murder and decay already taking place in the once hustle and bustle of the extinguished subterranean citadel.

But a voice, muffled by a strip of cloth over her mouth.. found the captive audience of Eryss as she was half-escorted, half-dragged down a fresh flight of metal steps to the previously collapsed dias with its pedestal in center.

Now the steel disc was clearly bolted to the floor, as a rather lavish tapestry now served as a rug upon and around the central post. Upon this upraised central point rested the most terrible abomation of Kistaria's new legacy of infamy.

“Do you like it?” The feline stepped from the seeming shadows, gesturing to the severed.. and clearly animated head of the former Pyromancer, Markus Hyperia.

“I can't get him to stop screaming... or yelling, its hard to tell with no lungs to fuel his voice. Oh well.” Kistaria idly picked at a dried spot of crimson on her new royal regalia, before her metal arms came to life.

The upper arms crackle with a flare of purple electricity, while an oppressive heat rose up from the lower.

Kistaria grinned as Eryss's eyes widened in horror. Clearly realizing what had transpired. “Ah... you're wondering why I have magic now. Well, I've always had it. I was just expended when I thought I had ended it all..”

And all six arms raised upwards with a cackle from her lips. “And woke up here.” Eryss was dumbfounded. It would take a tremendous power to.. of course!

She looked in abject and mute horror at the dome above, fused with unchained potency. If Kistaria was capable of using it...

“Let her sit on the floor. I'm a Butcher, not just a Sadist. You can untie her mouth.. but not her hands. I expext you havce questions... well?”

Eryss grunted as she was rather unceremoniously dumped on the carpet, and the gag removed by one of the hulking automatons.

Behind Kistaria could be seen one, that she'd obviously taken a liking to shifting into readiness and then war state of mind. Its plain armor decorated in matching flame-glowing silver-set runes. Spikes galore.

And a large, recognizable steel hammer.. once wielded by the Master Engineer Caldeus. At this, Kista finally got the response she wanted from the Counselwoman.

Spitting rage and curses. “You're a fucking MONSTER!” Eryss struggled with her bonds a little, before a clamping inhuman hand brought out a soft cry of pain.

“Ah ah.. now Eryss, you don't want to do that. My 'friends' that your wonderful people left me aren't exactly trained in things like mercy or prisoner-keeping. So I suggest you think very hard about any future actions.”

There came to life then a very strange expression on the Counsel member's face. A calm and radiant smile. “Oh, I have been the entire time. What did you do to Markus' body?”

She nodded to the wordless member amongst them. “Oh, him? I left it on the floor on the walkway facing the Atrium where I had him beheaded. Why would -”

“Televus Hyperia!” There was a small flash of blinding light from her Councel Ring, and Eryss was gone in a swirl of dimensional energy.

Kistaria's screams of outrage couldn't be heard outside of the complex, but her Rage would be felt as the last life not hers simply winked out of existence... from the Lair of the Technomancer.

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