Not moments later, two men stand in a forest, a forest that exists between planes, one that might actually just be a dream... nonetheless, they stand.
One looks to the other, gilded orange and grey robes flapping in the wind as he speaks, "So its happened?" he questions, stuffing his hands into the folds of his belt before looking off into the foggy distance... shame this realm did not support the far setting.
"Seems so." the other speaks, "Its finally become sentient, the damn plane below has become sentient and is starting to kill off the inhabitance..." he pauses for a moment, "Again."
Both let out a heavy sigh, the second figure taking up a small note, scribbling decisively upon it before clamping it between his hands, a sort of helmet in its place within a blink of an eye. "Here" he muttered, extending the helm to the first, "Perhaps this'll keep them safe." With that statement the other took the helm in his hands, nodding momentarily before setting off into the woods, "Oh, and don't get sick!" the aforementioned figure shouted behind him.