Up in the Void, Red immediately swapped his camera feed to the western border.
Inside the fused-glass cavern of the Whispering Canyons, Iron-Scale still held the fourth fragment. The chaotic runes etched into the dark stone pulsed with a low-frequency hum, radiating the suffocating psychic pressure of Soul Erosion.
[ Contain the radiation, ] Red commanded the Kobold Inquisitor. [ The ambient frequency will rot the minds of the new laborers before they even reach the foundries. ]
Iron-Scale did not hesitate. He dropped the dark stone onto the glass floor and raised his heavy Star-Iron scythe. With a series of brutal, calculated swings, the Inquisitor cleaved thick slabs of armor from the dead Pre-Calamity arachnid's carapace. He dragged the heavy metal plating over to the massive alchemical resin web that hung from the ceiling.
