Just a rock floating in the nether, its location close to eight leagues north from Stormspire. The massive boulder was maybe two acres in length and one acre wide; it was devoid of anything except a solitary tower. The tower looked as if it was freshly under construction. Its height was only forty feet, with a base close to twenty. Beyond its warded heavy door was a wide open room. An incomplete staircase spiraled up with torches that seemed to burn with a magical force. On the walls hung a few tapestries, mostly depicting landscapes of foreign worlds. In the center of the room was a Naaru prison pod, its low hum was the only disturbance and was actually somewhat relaxing. Noikona stood behind it kneeling down in front a small red chest. From her satchel she removed the finger that was once a part of her and slowly dropped it amongst other things she treasured. She closed the lid and stood, sighing deeply.

The lid clicked as she stood. She shook her head as she walked away; exiting the room, out into the broad and ever-changing sky of the nether. She let the heavy door close as she rested her hand on the outside of her lair. The thought kept running through her head “That was too easy”