Rasmus and Tychos were cautiously surrounding the Forge of Soul, while the vselys inside kept punching and kicking the metal with violence. The mecha attack against the train had ripped it from the tubes and severely damaged the bars that closed off the sarcophagus.
With each blow, the metal deformed. It was a matter of time before the vselys made it out of there.
Glax assessed the situation. There was no way to predict what kind of 'thing' would come out of there. An insane being? Anyone needing help? And what personality would it have?
"HEY! SHUSH! CALM! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? WE'LL OPEN IT. YOU ARE AMONG FRIENDS. I KNOW YOUR FRIENDS. MALKO. DAMIAMON. AND EVEN KING KAINE."
It has gotten the creature's attention. Glax came close to the sarcophagus, which had stopped moving, and placed his hand on the cold, warped metal, in a place where a lump had appeared. The metal was giving way.
