//:Ghost log TÆ910:\\ Rühn:" All right, you're live" Raught: "Hail as the fire from sol flickers back within my chest I shall make a firm decree. This darkness that claims to be our salvation shall leave us in ruin. Remember the light when it first took hold, the void when Ghaul stripped it from us, and the radiance of when it returned. This fire fuels my soul, now more then ever. I'm researching these blasted pyramids, with more tenacity than that off kilter witch eris. Their messages are nothing but lies and artifice. Burn them all.. end transmission." The Warlock tore forward through the arid planes of Io, he disdained this place, even though this was first contact place of the traveler he saw it as a placeholder, nothing more. "Not a planet." He was lucky with getting access to the pyramids as he was. Twice before he broke in, the first an honest breach, the last time there was no surprise. Now it seemed he was welcomed. The calm was uneasy, it sat in his stomach and festered. He raised his pulse rifle, the infamous Bad juju, to use the fire from the skull as a light. He dared not have Rühn out in a place as dark as this. After walking over a large overpass he was met with an ever-growing expanse. It ate distance, the void seemed not arms reach away, but also stretched into infinity. Situated in this paradoxal space, stood a statute of a Priestess, as if blessing the darkness before him. As he gazed upon this Chamber of Night, he felt pressure climb up the backs of his legs, his back, and finally to the back of his skull as embracing his helmet. "You are so quick to damn us, hear our truth, let us show you what others can not." "They said come and see, and then I saw... I saw it all"