[As you make your way down the hall, the stench of blood gets stronger, to the point that even people without magically enhanced senses can smell it.
The walls of the hallway farther down are also damaged, parts of them ripped open entirely but in a way that's... methodical. Taking a closer look you can see that it looks like someone was removing parts of the lanterns, which might explain why the hall isn't guarded by specters or anything of the sort. The machinery has been removed, but to what purpose?
You won't have long to wonder, as you can make your way into the room that houses all of the machinery with very little issue. There's not even anything guarding the heart of this operation, which—is strange, isn't it? Unless, of course, someone is mad enough to not realize someone will put a stop to this. The heart is a room filled with different sized boxes and cabinets, some seeming like engines with wires and pipes coming out of them, many of which are torn apart, and some that seem to be for storage, glittering mana stones filling them. One box stands in the center of the room, larger than anything else and wires intact. There's a small hatch on the side with a keyhole, and through the seams of the hatch and eerie purple glow seeps out into the room, illuminating the man who crouches beside it.
Or... most of a man.
GORY DESCRIPTION HERE It has to be Philidor, but it's hard to tell. Parts of the man's skin has been peeled away, flesh shiny with blood and metallic implants that seem to have been recently added. His eyes have been gouged out and his nose torn away for more metallic implants, and his bones seem to be growing outside of the bounds of his muscles and organs, vertebrae becoming more apparent. Flaps of skin hangs from his torso, and the implants are on almost every body part. He seems to be working on another, a creation rested on the glowing box as the man attempts to crack open his ribs. There's only one monster left, and his head snaps up with a cracking noise. It's time for the battle you've been waiting and bracing for, Wests.]
CURTAIN CALL (gore cw)
The walls of the hallway farther down are also damaged, parts of them ripped open entirely but in a way that's... methodical. Taking a closer look you can see that it looks like someone was removing parts of the lanterns, which might explain why the hall isn't guarded by specters or anything of the sort. The machinery has been removed, but to what purpose?
You won't have long to wonder, as you can make your way into the room that houses all of the machinery with very little issue. There's not even anything guarding the heart of this operation, which—is strange, isn't it? Unless, of course, someone is mad enough to not realize someone will put a stop to this. The heart is a room filled with different sized boxes and cabinets, some seeming like engines with wires and pipes coming out of them, many of which are torn apart, and some that seem to be for storage, glittering mana stones filling them. One box stands in the center of the room, larger than anything else and wires intact. There's a small hatch on the side with a keyhole, and through the seams of the hatch and eerie purple glow seeps out into the room, illuminating the man who crouches beside it.
Or... most of a man.
GORY DESCRIPTION HERE
It has to be Philidor, but it's hard to tell. Parts of the man's skin has been peeled away, flesh shiny with blood and metallic implants that seem to have been recently added. His eyes have been gouged out and his nose torn away for more metallic implants, and his bones seem to be growing outside of the bounds of his muscles and organs, vertebrae becoming more apparent. Flaps of skin hangs from his torso, and the implants are on almost every body part. He seems to be working on another, a creation rested on the glowing box as the man attempts to crack open his ribs.
There's only one monster left, and his head snaps up with a cracking noise. It's time for the battle you've been waiting and bracing for, Wests.]