After a 2 hour period of rest and mental conditioning, finally, it was time.
The Nexus vault loomed before them like a slumbering giant, half-buried under the rubble of a long-forgotten age.
The metallic vines coiled around its reinforced door pulsed faintly, alive with a strange, ancient power. Clayton stood at the threshold, his companions gathered close; Torren gripping his Pyreaxe, Veyra now armed with her newly acquired bow Artifact, Kaelin and Soren poised like twin blades ready to strike.
Lorn had stayed behind to watch over the fledgling enclave alongside Clayton's Verdant Lord form.
She loved the idea. It would give her a chance to get to know the big guy better and more personally.
She was curious to know both sides of Clayton.
The thought of his Rootsite, now sheltering survivors for the first time, gave Clayton a renewed sense of purpose.
