The massive stone altar loomed before them, ancient and foreboding, its etched symbols pulsing faintly with an energy that felt alive, almost sentient. Ethan ran his fingers along the surface, feeling the faint vibrations intensify beneath his touch. This was no ordinary relic; it was as if the altar itself held a message, a warning encoded in its very structure.
Nova stood beside him, her gaze fixed on the symbols. "Captain, I've been analyzing these glyphs. They're similar to the Reaver's encrypted language but older, much older. I think… I think the Reavers might have repurposed parts of this ancient language for their own technology."
Lillith, her Radiansaber still lit and ready, kept a vigilant watch on the dark corridors that led into the chamber. "So the Reavers didn't just appear out of nowhere. They might have taken something from these… 'keepers' and twisted it into their own destructive force."
