Teeth glinting in the pale light from luminous eyes. The relentless creak of the machines and the sounds of distant screams in the darkness.
Laughter and language that sounds like crackling flames.
Guardians lumber past, all mismatched eyes and multiple arms, hissing voices.
One of them lifts me off my feet. I kick out frantically, connecting with something, my clawed foot coming back splattered with dark blue. One of my captors is clutching its bleeding chest, glowing yellow orbs in its face looking up at me with contempt.
It speaks a few words in a harsh language at me, gesturing to the symbol on its robe, before raising its hand in a strange, fluid, motion. The shadows rise, coiling around me, a thousand invisible terrors whispering in my ears, clouding my mind.
I try to scream, but the noise barely escapes my throat before the nightmares fade.
My head sags and I look down, seeing the buildings suspended above a chasm in eternal twilight.
From deep below comes the sound of a thousand dead marching.