The iron prow of the Void-Galleon slid through the shattered thresholds of the alchemical gate, parting a sea of dull, leaden sediment that had lost all its vital luster. The brilliant, spinning reflections of the outer crucible had completely died away, leaving behind a vaulted cavern of cold, silent basalt pillars that reached up toward a ceiling obscured by freezing slate clouds. This was the absolute interior of the minor constellation, the private chamber of the Scribe of Forbidden Formulas.
The ship settled into a motionless drift within the stagnant, grey element. The air inside the chamber sat heavy and dense, smelling faintly of extinguished furnaces and calcified silver.
[Synchronization: 80.0%]
[Level: 130]
[Condition: Minor Sovereign Core Intersection]
