The Power Core Scramble was officially on. While the members of Outpost #7 and Outpost #3 were spreading out, hunting for lone robots in the twisting corridors of the Labyrinth, Ryan did the opposite.
He walked away from the common areas and straight towards the massive, time-locked door he had just managed to open. A wave of cold, silent air washed over him as he stepped across the threshold, into a place that hadn't seen a living soul for thousands of years.
The Vault was breathtakingly huge. The ceiling soared up into complete darkness, and the vast, open chamber was filled with silent, dormant Precursor machines that stood like metal statues in a giant's museum.
The air was perfectly still and clean, carrying only the scent of cold stone and a faint, electric tang of ozone. His footsteps echoed loudly in the silence. It felt holy, like a cathedral built to honor technology.
