Omega stood patiently, quietly watching cargo being loaded onto the snezhnayan docks in preparation to make the trip to Sumeru…

“Hm…. What a waste of my time.”

The segment hummed to himself calmly and calculatingly, eyes focusing on the distant form of Sandrone, who had appeared to start a fuss and yell at her lower lackeys… probably for an overseas project of her own. this was his signal to take his leave. He was not keen on instigating another conversation with that woman. He had much better things to do.

turning on his heel, and very patiently making a short promenade back to his lab underneath the Zalpolynary palace.