Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20180220231408/@comment-26120744-20180220231935

Darkness.

Darkness was this place. And cold. And architecture that denies physics.

The Emmisarry slithered towards a central altar, at the heart of a platform within a chamber the size of a moon.

The walls and arches yawning into the abyss.

The Emissary placed his hand on a murky black orb, and it flowed with deep green light.

The construct slowly churned to life again, the ancient, horrifically powerful machine, larger than a sun and with the Erebus Base built on its hide like a tumor, slowly revitalizing.

The Masters were gone, but the Purpose remained.

The Emissary smiled as new shapes moved in the dark...