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The group made their way past the gates, and into the heart of the lair. All was silent save for the cold winds, and the faint buzzing of flies. Spikes dotted the treacherous landscape, most topped with skulls of wendigan and human alike. Rotten wendigan corpses could be seen impaled upon them, stripped of flesh to expose muscle and bone. This garden of pain was a gruesome sight, even for Isabeth who winced at the pungent smell of decay.

The silence was broken by the sounds of distorted noise emerging through the loudspeakers upon the towering buildings, followed by small tapping sounds upon a microphone of some sort.

"Ah, you are here. It is so nice to see you once more. I did not expect for you to have company, but then we are needing more soldiers for our horde...how generous of you." The familiar voice of Monarkh echoed over the loudspeakers throughout the colony, his croaked tongue amplified for the masses. His claws slowly scratched against the edges of the microphone, which reverberated through the desecrated buildings.

"Behold, our sanctuary. We have been here for many winters, building and waiting for our moment in this rotting corpse of a world. But do not expect to find anything of value or meaning, you will find only death and suffering."

Isabeth stood, unmoved by his threat.

"I do not explain my plans to outsiders, but I will make an exception given that you will all never make it out alive. This...is the tool from which we will reshape this world, a cycle of ending and beginning encased in metal shell. It is filled with your cloned blood, the mortals that once lived here saw that they could not experiment with mere drops if they were to create their soldiers. I merely had to convert the liquids we uncovered into gas, so that everyone could take in this gift."

Isabeth darted her eyes to the sides, she noticed shadows moving between the spikes. Faint clicking noises began to arise.

"It is all quite glorious, the wendigo is the next evolution for all. A being beyond death and time, freed from the bonds of life and morality. It will start when our tool embeds itself into the west, evolving all of the worthy and strong into wendigo. Weapons become claws, magics become teeth, and the chosen will fight for this new cycle of rebirth."

The clicking noises turned into grunts and malformed speech, the moving shadows were beginning to grow agitated in movement. They paced back and forth around the group, as if waiting for orders.

"Then we will finally leave this place, spreading our gift from the east. And once everyone has evolved from their petty states, we will reign over a peaceful world. A final victory, a victory over life itself." Monarkh paused in his speech as he coughed away from the microphone.

The grunts turned into hellish screams and pained moans, Isabeth slowly took out her fiery axe while gesturing for the others to prepare for what would come next.

"But such is the dream, for now you stand here with the clear intent to render this gift into ash. We will not allow it, and we will fight tooth and claw to protect it from your stained hands."

The shadows began to emerge from the spikes and revealed themselves, a gigantic horde of wendigo stood across from the ruined grounds. What became tens became hundreds, and from hundreds to countless thousands. Thin, long-armed and aggressive in nature, what was once human had been twisted and mutated into something else entirely. Hulking wendigo dotted the horde, covered in small spikes and with arms reformed into sharp, large blades.

"Go my brethren, and throw the demon into the engine fires." He declared, and the horde obeyed. They rushed towards the group with reckless abandon, it did not matter how many of their bones they would break, what mattered was the fresh meat in front of them.

Isabeth charged first, the runes on her axe glowing brightly with righteous fury. Giant balls of flame passed above her and hit at the rampaging army, taking out vast amounts of wendigo. She looked back and saw the Nar'ruk and the tank following suit. The two sides closed in for battle, and Isabeth closed her eyes.

Her eyes opened back up, with her might she let out a furious roar as she swung her axe deep into the first wendigo that came into her sight.

Description
The group made their way past the gates, and into the heart of the lair. All was silent save for the cold winds, and the faint buzzing of flies. Spikes dotted the treacherous landscape, most topped with skulls of wendigan and human alike. Rotten wendigan corpses could be seen impaled upon them, stripped of flesh to expose muscle and bone. This garden of pain was a gruesome sight, even for Isabeth who winced at the pungent smell of decay.

The silence was broken by the sounds of distorted noise emerging through the loudspeakers upon the towering buildings, followed by small tapping sounds upon a microphone of some sort.

"Ah, you are here. It is so nice to see you once more. I did not expect for you to have company, but then we are needing more soldiers for our horde...how generous of you." The familiar voice of Monarkh echoed over the loudspeakers throughout the colony, his croaked tongue amplified for the masses. His claws slowly scratched against the edges of the microphone, which reverberated through the desecrated buildings.

"Behold, our sanctuary. We have been here for many winters, building and waiting for our moment in this rotting corpse of a world. But do not expect to find anything of value or meaning, you will find only death and suffering."

Isabeth stood, unmoved by his threat.

"I do not explain my plans to outsiders, but I will make an exception given that you will all never make it out alive. This...is the tool from which we will reshape this world, a cycle of ending and beginning encased in metal shell. It is filled with your cloned blood, the mortals that once lived here saw that they could not experiment with mere drops if they were to create their soldiers. I merely had to convert the liquids we uncovered into gas, so that everyone could take in this gift."

Isabeth darted her eyes to the sides, she noticed shadows moving between the spikes. Faint clicking noises began to arise.

"It is all quite glorious, the wendigo is the next evolution for all. A being beyond death and time, freed from the bonds of life and morality. It will start when our tool embeds itself into the west, evolving all of the worthy and strong into wendigo. Weapons become claws, magics become teeth, and the chosen will fight for this new cycle of rebirth."

The clicking noises turned into grunts and malformed speech, the moving shadows were beginning to grow agitated in movement. They paced back and forth around the group, as if waiting for orders.

"Then we will finally leave this place, spreading our gift from the east. And once everyone has evolved from their petty states, we will reign over a peaceful world. A final victory, a victory over life itself." Monarkh paused in his speech as he coughed away from the microphone.

The grunts turned into hellish screams and pained moans, Isabeth slowly took out her fiery axe while gesturing for the others to prepare for what would come next.

"But such is the dream, for now you stand here with the clear intent to render this gift into ash. We will not allow it, and we will fight tooth and claw to protect it from your stained hands."

The shadows began to emerge from the spikes and revealed themselves, a gigantic horde of wendigo stood across from the ruined grounds. What became tens became hundreds, and from hundreds to countless thousands. Thin, long-armed and aggressive in nature, what was once human had been twisted and mutated into something else entirely. Hulking wendigo dotted the horde, covered in small spikes and with arms reformed into sharp, large blades.

"Go my brethren, and throw the demon into the engine fires." He declared, and the horde obeyed. They rushed towards the group with reckless abandon, it did not matter how many of their bones they would break, what mattered was the fresh meat in front of them.

Isabeth charged first, the runes on her axe glowing brightly with righteous fury. Giant balls of flame passed above her and hit at the rampaging army, taking out vast amounts of wendigo. She looked back and saw the Nar'ruk and the tank following suit. The two sides closed in for battle, and Isabeth closed her eyes.

Her eyes opened back up, with her might she let out a furious roar as she swung her axe deep into the first wendigo that came into her sight.