He walked the dusty path relentlessly, his slender silhouette allowing him to sink into the occasional shadows whenever needed. It wasn't always a matter of murdering your way through. There were things.. things of great power that you couldn't understand if you just stumbled across them, and you needed a context to place them. He liked to think of the Shadowlands as of an immense puzzle. There were questions that he answered, for the benefit of the Jobe scientists, and there were questions asked to him by other.. inhabitants of the Shadowlands that only multiplied his ignorance tenfold. The first humans were not quite the enigma they claimed to be, but how they chose to offer knowledge, in bits, in time, led to the conclusion that were was some form of plan they had for the weaklings like those that just started to invade the Shadowlands. The conflict of those near godly beings drawed humans like flies on a corpse, but the Source was yet to be a corpse. It was a sick beast, and the Unredeemed gnawed at it, sucking it's energy to maintain their immense powers. On the other hand, the Redeemed's bet was on continuitiy, and in limiting the energy consumption.