The Tsaritsa has found out about this nation. If a nation exist, a nation at least needs a God and a gnosis. With that, she sent none other than Sandrone, The Seventh Rank of The Fatui Harbingers.

The Nation is very far from Tevyat, so The Marionette had to sail across with his Fatui Agents members. The ship was filled with chatters from the Fatui Agents, but The Mairionette remained quiet, as she was seated on her beloved large robot’s hand, Pulonia, her likely favorite robot.

After a long ship sailing, she landed to the docks. The Fatui Agents followed her with their weapons prepared, as Sandrone begin to say,

“Don’t do anything stupid.” With an ignorant and careless tone, but sharp as she glared at them, “And if one of my creations are broken,” She nod her head to gesture the other machines that were following them, “it is your responsibility to fix them or so help me.” With an annoyed scoffed.

The Fatui Agents nodded as they said together, “Yes, Lady Marionette!” As they left Sandrone with Pulonia and the machines followed.

“Pulonia, forward.” She demanded, but strangely not harsher at Pulonia. Her expression was unreadable as Pulonia started to move forward, beginning to trespass the territory uninvited and careless what the Gods or everyone thinks.