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Once again, from overhead, for the one that comes anew.
It began long ago with the folly of men who now inhabit nothing, it began before the conception of many of the cosmical phenomena that ellapsed, creating stars and planets alike, it began with a primordial thought of conflict and the incandescent flame that burns deep within yerning from freedom, the everlasting necessity to stand up tall beyond the darkened abyss whence shackles drag one down.
From this greed for movement came a cascade of events that one could seldom predict, within this spreading wildfire of consequences stood this, a perfectly good and fine green marble of a planet, jeering and dancing within an unknown system until moments ago, whence it called out a sign beckoning it to what was once the timely cradle of both the consequence, and salvation, of what could have been a cataclysm beyond the proportions of the word itself.
The signal emanated from deep within the layers of organised stone of the "Echo Chamber" of this location, whose namesake originates from locals, calling these almost surreal facilities of natural masonry for their unique design in perpetuating noises, if not for the ignorance of the plethora of bizarre implications that such carries.
This facility in particular is of a sizeable nature, its main entrance is a large set of half-way opened doors which cut the facet of a mountain range, with a small and queer stone hut atop it. The signal emanates from deep underground, riddled in a mystery as profound as that which cradles its location.
For the two little boogers still at the hut
There was not much more to be seen from this location, perhaps it is a remain of what once was here, whatever it was, it most definitely was long, long ago. Unbeknownst to them, they stood where The Ambassador first did, perhaps centuries ago, however, the psychic emanations of the wolfman had long dissipated from this place, the only memory of his presence were the ravenous yet precise practices of his psychic power, which split this rock asunder with ease, forming a temporary shelter.
For the lads at the door
Commotion had risen now, due to the arrival of more scientists and other such explorers, all of them strode forth at the beckoning of the Irri Warlord, his word cleaving through the large penumbra that the ancient remains cast upon the land and those that were standing in front of it. Now, the silence was populated by the consistent crunching of rocks from the gravel underneath their feet, as even humans moved forward together with the avians in curiosity.
Scans and experiments were as unfruitful as their last barrage had been. By all indications, the nature of this was simple, natural. The doors were made of a kind of weathered rock, same as most of the rest of the mountains. It seemed that whatever secret they had to unveil within this place was beyond the measure of their scientific instruments for the time being.
Nevertheless curiosity pushed them forth, entering the large ante-chamber that the gargantuan doors protected. This room was like a hive, a honeycomb pattern riddled the walls in a cylindrical manner, intercut by large vertical slits which dissapeared deep within the mountain. Most notably, half this room seemed to have collapsed, as rubble and large slabs of unorganized rock are poured over rough a third of it.
That would have been it, if it were not for a sudden realization. It came to the birds first due to their natural sensitivity at first, however, soon after even the humans could hear it. A strange noise emanating from inside, like a light and high pitched tone, consistent and unyielding driving itself deeper into their senses, however, not enough to bother a man unto madness. It came from deeper within, somewhere, within this sprawling nest of corridors and chambers.