Once everything was settled, and they were sure that there were no more traitors in their midst, the gathered group began to move out. For those who did not plan on returning to the American Capital, there was only real way out of the country.
Lee. His service was fast, and more importantly safe. For many, even those with the power of flight, crossing the ocean was simply seen as suicidal. It was incredibly dangerous, with the countless different horrors lurking in the deep.
With no one to cull their numbers, sea beasts had grown all on their own and without anything to stop them. It was easy to say that the vast majority of Celestials or high ranking Transcendents were residents of the big blue wet thing. The only reassuring thought was that they did not have much of a central government nor a singular leader for them to gather around, at least that is what they assumed from their lack of presence at the meeting.
