My thoughts stink of disgust, and he can smell it. Few have seen this," Calus wheezes from inside the cage, his voice like taut suffocation.Ĭalus's withering form swells and jostles. They huddle about a towering cage of filigreed alloys and woven circuitry, fitting the plates to it with sacramental focus, until the cage becomes a tomb around a pearlescent seat supporting a lonesome figure within. Taxidermy wrapped around terrified eyes and final moments.Ī clutch of Councilors watches me as they take mechanical plates from three other identical statues of Calus surrounding them. The statue points toward a domed chamber its curled walls sport every kind of trophy. I've come to take the job." I turn it like an offer. Should I have this room moved, that you may stroll the Leviathan's halls that much longer and appreciate my hospitality?" ![]() "You're early, but I suppose your tribe is always ahead of the pack, Hunter. Its likeness mirrors the Tribute Hall's automaton and many other statuesque bots I'd spoken to him through. A manufactured version of Calus stands tall on the other side. Past, with prime far behind.Īhead, a Legionary in loyalist gild nods to me and swings open a door. Polish the veneer and present them on a platter, but when you peel back the layers it's just… old. His inner halls don't gleam-reminds me of stories from the Golden Age. My eyes catch on the runs in Calus's crestfallen banners. I enter the belly of the Leviathan, unattended. The words seep experience into your open mind…Ī royal invitation got me as far as the inner reliquary. ![]() ![]() This page is blighted with mold and the imprint of a memory…
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