The words were carved into the stone tablet with desperate urgency, Whisper's hand shaking as they scratched letter after letter with the metal stylus, the sound of metal on stone creating a grinding screech that echoed through the vast chamber like fingernails on a chalkboard. Each letter took effort, took concentration, as if the act of producing human script was becoming foreign to fingers that now understood alien characters better than the alphabet they'd learned as a child.
"PRISON - HELD SOMETHING ANCIENT"
"LAB - CREATED HYBRID BEINGS"
"MINE - HARVESTS DIMENSIONAL ENERGY"
"TEMPLE - WORSHIPS WHAT THEY IMPRISONED"
