Kovinth looked on at the destruction his blood still boiling the destruction, the wiping of the slate, and cleaning of his lands were in the process of the cleansing. It was then that he spotted something odd. The storm and his wrath unearthed something that was weathering the elements of his magic and rage. An irritating, and pest at most but something of study at least. Far above in the sky his eye would open and he would cast his gaze upon it, A magical gaze to try and pierce through the walls of the outpost to see what may live inside or what it may be made out of.