Mostima climbed the ladder, it was cold and rusty. Somewhere below her a rung snapped under her weight, a testament to how old the transformer tower was. Why was Mostima climbing it to the top? She didn't know. Mostima thought the view would be good but she knew that she wasn't climbing for the view alone. Mostima felt the tower shift under her, and she knew you would be following her. As any dutiful overseer of the Fallen would.