The exterior of the room is still a jet black film, and I can't hear anything from outside. Do I want to try and lure Melmoth back into conversation and try that way? I mean, he'd almost certainly spot what I'm trying to do. Is he arrogant enough to let something go? Can I meaningfully distract him from whatever else he's doing? The animals appear to be attacking on their own recognisance rather than being instructed to go after a particular target, so that suggests that he's got the time to spare.
Ultimately, I doubt he exercises much control over them at all beyond 'go there, kill'. Why would he need to when they're so good at it?
Least risky options first.
I try to feel the desires attacked to this place, to any of the objects around me. I.. see memories… Floating? Around the fragments of armour I've collected, the wraith's blob of belligerence is completely apparent and a reflection of my plea to Hade in the slow-burning bowl.
Trippy, but no font change. Good to see he's showing some natural resistance to magic now. Then again, he's probably got a 100% resistance against Desire-related spells...
But the room? Nothing. Nothing fresh, at least. Simple… Impulses from the maggot that died, or… Metamorphosed? Into a Spine Rider. Just a desire to feed, as far as I can tell. I assume that they have a control system as well, but my limited ability to see this sort of thing doesn't show it.
The only actual-.
Ah, you've noticed something? Let's see what it is.
Construct stingers stab out, impaling the… Spider-things through the thorax. These have slightly more complex desires, and as their venom-squirt is intercepted by my construct barrier I try taking a closer…
Oh. That's not theirs. It looks like Melmoth got a little curious. Not a lot curious, it's more a momentary 'I want to know what he's doing, go and take a look my spidery minions' that anything focused-
Heh. I doubt he cares to sully himself with putting effort into the little things. He has
people for that. Or beasts. After all, he put a lot of effort into becoming king, why wouldn't he take advantage of that?
I stab the one that was lurking back to watch the other two.
-but it gives me a feel for his mind-state.
Curious, slightly worried, and a little annoyed? I know I would be right now.
"Wonder Woman to Orange Lantern."
"Orange Lantern, here, go ahead."
Ah, I see Canis made it unmolested. Swirly-cheeks abandoned this site, then...
"Columbia is under attack from all directions. Can Aurakos be moved?"
"Yes."
She's been purged of the mutated flesh, after all. I doubt she's that much larger than Diana under all that...
"Transport her to a place of safety, then assist the Columbians in defending New Southampton. Damage to the cavern is acceptable, but try to leave the central console in one piece."
"Understood. Orange Lantern out."
So, make your own way out without completely collapsing the place, play backup for the others. Two things OL is pretty good at.
I drop the sound-dampening and light-obscuring effects and generate a large crumbler construct-
"Oh, hello again."
Oh yeah,
he's still watching. Thankfully he appears to have missed the good parts.
-and shove it into the ceiling.
"I wondered where my spiders had gone."
Frankly, he can shove those spiders somewhere nasty on his person.
It punches a perfectly circular hole through the soil and lichen into the chamber above. I grip Aurakos with a heavy duty spinal board construct.
"Do you wish to negotiate at all before I leave?"
Of course OL has to make the offer. Melmoth might still be able to make himself useful somehow, after all. Unfortunately...
"Do you wish to surrender to me and witness the end of your era in relative comfort, from which you may laugh at-?"
"No."
...I fear their stances are just too different. I guess Melmoth has chosen the path of Righteous Face-punching, then.
"You could-"
I fly rapidly out into the upper cavern, then target the largest cluster of Sheeda-feeling desires that I can see and swing my crumbler construct into the cavern roof. Once again the lichen fails against Mr. Tuttle's masterpiece, and a moment later so too does the… Maggot burrow? As the crumbler continues on its unstoppable path to freedom.
Ew. At least it doesn't leave any messy residue behind. So no cleanup needed.
Hm.
I fabricate a small squadron of drone weapons and leave them in the cavern. Given that even Sheeda beasts appear to consider visibility passé I doubt that they'll achieve much but it can't hurt. The I and my passenger fly into the open air.
I'm honestly surprised OL doesn't use drones more often. Another point of difference between Paragon and Renegade, I suppose. Personal attention versus delegation.
"Orange Lantern to League, heading to New Plymouth now. Would appreciate a situation update."
New Southampton is south of here, on a lake fed by a tidal river. I know where it is because Abednego comes from near there. As I head in that direction I take a moment to scan the region.
Useful landmark. And I see he's set aside concerns of triggering warding spells. Given the state of the surface right now, they're probably all broken.
On the positive side, I'm not seeing any worms. On the negative side, I can see dead Sheeda creatures and defenders around just about every major settlement that I can scan.
"Captain Atom here. We were being pulling in all direction trying to hold these.. bugs off. The we all got jumped by supergrundies. You take yours down?"
So the fight's not going well, then. Let's hope there're enough survivors of Columbia for them to maintain their community...
"Yes, and I'm hopeful that we'll be able to restore her."
My surroundings blur for a moment and then snap back into focus. Fast flight isn't as fast as transitioning or stepping out, but I didn't have to travel all that far. Scanning the town-. Maybe I'm not seeing any worms because the gigantic spiders ate them.
Good thing you aren't an arachnophobe. Though I doubt
any situation could be improved by 'And then the gigantic spiders turned up...'
"The rest?"
"When it comes to super zombies, I have a 'shoot first' policy."
Heh. Military training coming through. If you can't take them down safely, take them down hard.
He doesn't have my crowd-control options. If they did that New God challenge thing he wouldn't have had any choice. And the others probably wouldn't have had better intelligence than Aurakos, so it isn't much of a loss on that level.
"Rational."
Honestly, I have to wonder what condition the other 'supergrundies' are even in. Would putting a railgun round in their forehead cause the same reaction Aurakos suffered? They clearly aren't as 'New Godsy' as she is...
I form a railgun and take aim at one which is ignoring the grundymob trying to keep their attention while the living defenders reload their cannons. I can see a couple of actual witch-hunters but for the most part it looks like they're a militia rather than professional soldiers.
"Has she given you any intelligence?"
Professional. Too bad she's comatose. And how very early-American of the Columbians.
I open fire, my first crumbler round cutting off the right foreleg of a spider that was encroaching on one of the defenders' cannons. A moment later it fires, runes around the outside of the barrel lighting up as it blasts forth a blob of white fire that sticks to the spider which screeches as its thorax is consumed.
"No, but Melmoth said that her people are the ones they got their time machine from."
Ooh, the local counterpart of grapeshot? For those wondering, that's basically a cannon-sized shotgun blast. Imagine random junk the gunners could gather shoved into the barrel ahead of a charge of powder.
I put it out of its misery with a round to the face. Doesn't look like these ones have magic reinforcement; I can see their carapaces being chipped and broken by conventional musketry as well as the larger weapons.
"Time machine singular. That confirms Sivana's claim that they only have one; they can't build more of them."
Judging by Vaermina's complaint, that's a change from New Earth Canon? It makes sense, though. I doubt the Sheeda are technically minded enough to reverse-engineer it, and too stupid to capture someone who could.
Two railgun rounds stagger a spider that was trying to shoot toxic fur at the defenders, and-
"So we deal with this one and its all over. Any of them who are still alive get stranded in our time and they can't send reinforcements."
The only challenge becomes what happens to the person or persons going to destroy it. Suicide mission, unless they have a way to time-jump home... and if they do have it, their failure gives the Sheeda
two time-machines...
-I quickly form and fire a laser construct at a smaller spider that was trying to sneak up on the witch-hunter directing the defence. It falls from the building it was using as cover, spasming and screeching until the witch-under steps up with a pistol and finishes it off. He then spots me and gives me a quick nod before turning back to the fight.
Classic moment of combat. An old trope, but a fun one.
"And if I understood what my alter ego did to time correctly, that will be it. They get one swing and then even though they use time travel they can't both us with it any more."
"Then we better make sure they swing and miss."
Assuming it does end up working that way... I mean, what's to stop another timeline's Sheeda hopping tracks, so to speak? Or if it does spawn an alternate timeline, what happens to the world in that one? It just gets hosed by the Harrowing?

Argh, time-travel plots suuuuck.