Taking her place at the wall, Morgan face seems to soften into a smile. "You've had quite a life then...All the more reason not to lose it here. Stay close to me Lord Zaofan." Morgan ran her hand down the wall, lighting up the glyphs as it went until a pattern took shape. There was a hiss and rumble within the walls as a energy seemed to dissipate behind the door, before it began to slide open every so slowly.
With a motion to follow and a look of caution toward Rex, she proceeds inside with the others.
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Beyond the door lay a hall illuminated with a aetheric glow, and beyond that......they emerged on a transparent bridge into a large hollowed out chamber. The air was filled with a low hum, along with multiple indistinguishable sounds that came from the walls and deep below them. Beneath them the chamber descended down into an abyss, illumated only by a central spire of purple crystal material that Zaofan would immediately recognize. A spire of magicite....similar in shape and size to the one that had rested beneath the stoltengarde estate and had the site of many a terrible event. There was however....one very important difference.
Even from this height and distance it was unmistakable...Deep within the crystallized mass was.....it looked like....
Whatever it was...it was spherical in shape, but with an aura so alien it seemed impossible to discern. It radiating an aura of intense energy that was channeled through surrounding machinery, conduits made of void conductive material that channeled power up from the spire and all around them.
Following the line of sight up from the encased object, it reached the platform suspended above it...where their path led, and upon it the source of the strange sounded became apparent. Dozens of deformed human shapes, similar to humbet, lay prostrated and babbling incoherently around a throne. They took no heed to the appearance of the group...at least for the moment, instead focused entirely on the worship of.....
Visibly, Morgan seemed to falter...a bit of the determination she had managed to build dissolving.
Sat upon the throne, were bones. A skeleton, covered in the dust of the finest clothes...adorned with softly dimming jewels, their magic long since worn. Somehow in better shape then one would imagine.....but still....
"My Queen...." Morgan dropped her head. "..............I....Forgive me.....I was too late...."