The Beast Emperor Sanctum spread across the void in a range of mountains so vast that even the Hollow Ship seemed insignificant before it, every peak carrying the pressure of a different Beast Will.
Some rose like hooked claws, others resembled crouching predators or coiled serpents when viewed from the correct angle, and many no longer matched the forms Sylas remembered from the first time he had entered this place.
Months ago, he had reforged the Rune Armors tied to many of these inheritances, and the changes had propagated far beyond what he understood at the time.
Some of the Beast Wills had mutated as a result, their original paths altered by the improvements Sylas had introduced into their Rune structures. He could feel his own imprint scattered throughout the mountain range now, not enough that the Sanctum belonged to him, but enough that portions of it responded to his presence with faint fluctuations of familiarity.
