Graiton's Dirge

About an hour later, Daneel stood in front of the large pulsing orb in the deepest pit of Graiton with his hands behind his back, his eyes seeming to pulse in rhythm with the Will of the land as he immersed himself in his thoughts, waiting for his companions to arrive.

He had sent the summons and come first, knowing that he needed some time to figure out his next few steps. His end goal had already been decided, but the devil was always in the details.

Even in Angaria, he had always prided himself on his meticulous planning skills that had allowed them to execute impossible feats with the precision of someone who had done it many times before, even if he was attempting it for the first time in his life. Right now, in his mind's eye, a few paths he could take stood in front of him, each with a certain, specific chance of success that had been calculated after having a long talk with the system following Selene's exit.