The spire loomed as silent as ever, its walls and conduits now thrumming faintly with the essence of humanity that had scoured its many levels throughout the day.
This human touch—footsteps, the scent of sweat, the faint traces of existential essence left behind by bastioneers and Duolos alike—rendered the spire temporarily inhospitable to Calamity Objects as their spawning points.
Then again, I had already sensed that there was something emanating throughout the whole Theotech Vault that acted the same way as the essence of existence that we scattered around when we left our footsteps on this Carcosa.
With this space free of immediate danger, I decided it was the perfect time to explore some mysteries of my own.
"If I think about it, wouldn't Theotech Site would always be a perfect location for a bastion and citadel to settle in?"
