The resonance of the Great Vault Door's mechanism echoed through the vents like the rhythmic thunder of primordial war drums. The screeching of gargantuan adamantite chains and the grinding of massive, interlocking gears created a seismic vibration that Dayat felt deep in his marrow. Just as the Dretch Alpha—that basalt-skinned titan of the Abyss—loomed mere meters from the Hesco barricades, the gargantuan gates finally split asunder.
A violent plume of high-pressure steam erupted from the widening gap, followed by the heavy, disciplined tread of armored boots. From behind the white veil of mist, a phalanx of shimmering gold-and-black plate armor emerged.
"Hold the formation! Do not let this Abyssal filth defile the sacred stone of Terragard!"
