The spire quaked as the transfer process began, its chaotic energy manifesting in a whirlwind of shifting floors and emerging defenses.
The once-dormant constructs that was hiding in plain sight began roaring to life, their glowing forms pouring from hidden alcoves in the walls and descending from the fractured ceiling like a metallic storm.
Each one moved with an eerie gait, like an apocalyptic zombie struggling to hold their hunger for the feast that was laid in front of them.
Their jagged limbs and pulsating cores reflect the hostile intent of the Vault itself.
Kuzunoha, as ever composed despite the growing chaos, stood by the stabilizing device where Lupina's disembodied head was secured.
Her fingers danced over a projection of arcane glyphic controls, the symbols reacting to her touch with fluid motion. The stabilizing device emitted a low hum, its energy resonating in a rhythm that felt uncomfortably alive.
