The passage had opened into one of the largest underground chambers he had ever seen.
The ceiling stretched into darkness high above, and the walls curved away in all directions.
At the center of everything stood a colossal spire of black chitin, easily three hundred feet tall and perfectly cylindrical. Its surface was smooth as polished obsidian, marked with the same purple runes that covered the rest of the Colony. However, they were far more intricate and densely packed on this strange monolith.
The spire pulsed with a slow, steady rhythm, and with each pulse, the runes seemed to flared brighter.
"That's it. That's definitely what we are after." Cain said, feeling a faint pull from his enhanced senses.
