"I am Goram," he said, gesturing to the surrounding warriors. "We guarded the sealed doors for generations. We waited for the Architect to return and claim his dues."
Iron-Scale sheathed his blade. "Show us."
Goram waved his arm to signal the dwellers to rise. They retrieved their fallen bone spears and parted to clear a wide path across the plaza. Goram led Iron-Scale and Syra toward the far end of the cavern, walking past the crumbling remnants of the destroyed constructs.
They reached a massive circular slab of stone set flush with the ground. Faded glyphs covered the surface, matching the markings from the sun artifact. Goram knelt and placed his palms flat against the stone.
"The Architect buried his greatest creations here," Goram explained. He pushed his weight into the seal. "He hid them from the surface wars."
The stone ground loudly against the foundation.
