Complicated were the thoughts that plagued Aeto'le of late. An new age had come since her greatest hunt yet, but a foul taste remained in the Elder Being's mouth. The death of Vicissitude was a glorious trial, Aeto'le finest, a testament to her strength and determination to see a hunt through.

And yet.

Aeto'le had attempted to distract herself from what she had accomplished by challenging a great number of Humans to surviving a great journey to find a new home. She had even chosen a champion amongst their number to be her Avatar. At the time, she thought that she was amusing herself, finding a mortal that could prove to be a worthy enough hunting companion. Mulling in her thoughts as she trekked through Ixa's Mountains seemed to prove her otherwise. Something else seemed to dig at her very reason to exist, only slightly ridding her enjoyment of certain things, but enough for her to notice.

Only one other Elder Being was there when she hurled Vicissitude into the sky. Ixazaluoh, who had shouted and possibly saved the world's existence with her warning. Ixazaluoh, whom Aeto'le was fairly certain was one of the few that actually knew more of the consequences of Vicissitude's death (?), or at the very least dedicated time to consider it.

Therefore, Aeto'le travelled through Ixa's Jungle, tracking and eventually finding one of the shades of Inkishish to fetch her Mistress, and waited.