The silence that followed the slaughter was never truly peaceful it was simply the heavy suffocating weight of survival demanding its toll from the living
Deep within the endless subterranean rows of rusted iron cages the massive chains hanging from the vaulted stone ceiling began to rattle
The slow metallic scraping sound echoed off the wet rock walls like an old buried secret clawing its way back to the light
Dozens of dull crimson eyes snapped open in the pitch black darkness
The Failed the ancient calcified patients whom the First Queen had hidden away from history began to violently thrash against their iron enclosures
The sound of their heavy stone like bodies slamming against the rusted bars filled the cavernous chamber with a frantic echoing rhythm that vibrated through the very floor beneath the Guilds boots
Under the sudden desperate weight of the waking monsters the old alchemical locks snapped
