Prince Salva stood where he had many times in the past. The shrine to the Madjulla was a forgotten part of Flying City 64's past. It was on one edge of the upper structure, over looking the surface world far below. The statue was original and restored lovingly to it's original condition by craftsmen over a thousand years before he was born. The air was still in the old garden, with just the buzz of passing bees as they returned to the robot tended hive nearby. He regarded the beauty of the woman, holding the scythe of destruction toward the world below, and holding aloft the sword of salvation toward the skies above while she danced the dance of creation and destruction. He wanted that multi-hued woman from the surface. He had seen her for a reason. He knew it. He wanted to touch divinity and she was something he must possess. Whatever it took. He used Ivor last time and Ivor was a flawed tool. Ivor and his team died and brought shame unto the city. Prince Salva swore to not repeat that mistake again. He needed a professional to acquire her. He had an idea who to talk to. He finished his meditations and left to meet with his mother, the Queen. Media is Poser 6