The world grew heavy.
When the blast doors to the vault melted dripping like wax onto the concrete floor, the air in the room changed.
It was a physical alteration of gravity.
Thrum.
Three figures stepped through the ruined doorway.
They looked like biological weapons wearing human skin.
The one in the center, the Leader wore a pristine white lab coat over a suit of pulsating bio-armor. His face was hidden behind a mask of stitched flesh.
To his right stood Elder Pyre.
He was massive, his skin replaced by black, volcanic rock grafts that leaked magma.
The heat radiating from him was enough to curl the pages of the notebooks in the students' pockets.
To his left crouched Elder Skitter, spindly and elongated, his limbs replaced with insectoid blades.
He twitched with unnatural speed, his eyes compound and glittering.
[System Warning: High-Threat Detected.]
[Entities: 3x 6th Order Cultivators (Modified).]
