"This is the ideal time. Our captors must expect us to rebuild. Our overseer's death is likely to have opened gaps in security. After all, the fog is completely gone now." Sid explained.

Trizel was covered in sweat. He had taken his shirt off and was leaning against the remnants of the stone fireplace. He slowly lowered his eyes down to look at Sid. After just over a minute of a silent gaze, he finally replied, "A lot of people are hurt from that ordeal."

"I have factored that in. Our chances of success will only lessen the longer we wait, even taking into account the improved conditions of those injured." Sid continued.

"You are not just saying that because you recover from what would be death for most people so quickly, are you?'

Sid paused a moment and turned his gaze down towards the ground. Almost like he was running various scenarios in his mind. With a blank expression he turned back to Trizel. "That is unlikely. I do have a lot of self-preservation programming, but it is not enough to impact my decisions in something this serious. The repercussions of allowing our captors to dictate when these things come is far too risky."

Trizel rubbed his chin as he nodded. "You have a point. Dictating the battlefield is important. But what makes you think they will make this a battlefield at all? What point is there to investigating an unrelated village or even another prison. If that is even what the purpose of this place is."

Sid looked up towards the lightning in the clouds. "You know, the constant lightning has always bugged me. Such vast amounts of raw energy constantly flowing freely. Unless it is merely visibly similar to lightning, it is a symptom of something else. Lightning is there to balance unstable forces, not to constantly flow."

Sid leaned over and picked up a piece of charcoal. "The building beneath us may hold the key to such secrets. My facility was not easily observable. It was hidden, because the creators wished for secrecy. Then, why is the area beneath us hidden away? Places are not just thrown into being haphazardly. There is always a design to what works."

Trizel looked up at the lightning. It continued to arc here and there. "I actually missed it. The unfiltered light from it. But we know our worlds had different rules, right?"

"That is correct, as long as each of our perceptions are correct."

"Then could this world not have different rules for lightning? Or for how buildings appear?"

Sid didn't hesitate, and immediately responded. "No. Not to that extent. Every world has laws of nature that it must adhere to. Tweaks could be made, but a world must have a solid foundation of rules in place, or it cannot function. I am unsure just how different the basic laws can be in different worlds, but my observations here assure me that it is vastly different, but not enough to explain away constant lightning, or buildings without an architect."

Sid stepped up towards Trizel and placed the charcoal into the giant man's hand. "No, there is an immense amount of raw power here, and it is likely someone is using it. We have created an opportunity with the defeat of the warden, but if we do not capitalize on it now, then a new barrier will be erected to stop our progress."

Trizel sighed as he held up the chunk of burned wood. "I cannot really say no to you anyway, can I?"

Sid nodded. "I want you to understand that the importance of this mission, but yes. You do not have a choice. Still, having your support would be...better. I am unsure exactly why, but that is what my mind tells me. Despite the fact that your action in this matter would not change."

Trizel smiled and patted Sid on his back, a little too hard. Though the machine turned man took it surprisingly well.