Your Throne detaches from the hull of the Charnel Vault and drifts towards their ship. A Void-Terror carrying Jareth and a Nail with Eiton traveling alongside you as a protective guard but you wave them off.
A bay door opens in the stone and lets you enter before snapping shut. Within was a small hangar bay with only handful of small craft. Cyborgs stand silently pausing their tasks to watch with faintly glowing eyes as you pass down the corridors. There were mainly cyborgs of various races in the halls or the occasional robotic drone carrying out a menial task. You follow the sense of the Blackscale down dimly lit hallways, doorways opening and closing at your passing to guide you.
A doorway flanked by four Sunscale, a mix of Workers and Divers, standing guard await you. As you drew near you see they are undead, their faces sunken and portions of their body withered or rotten. Their eyes though, they retained the spark of intelligence, as they stared at you. Necrotic power was strong in them but nothing like the energy that waited behind the door.
The undead Sunscale step aside and the doorway opens to admit you inside. A large amphitheater like bridge greets you, steppes arrayed around the edges much like the purist Sunscales bridges with consoles and machines with pilots both Sunscale and Cyborg that pause to gaze at you. Instead of a glass dome the ceiling was covered in profane murals and images you recognize as depictions of the Wormstar and it's champions. Your own effigy standing proud, the ancient form of shelled chitin and razor claws a nostalgic sight.>cont