#thecity

Officially, they were never heard from again. The Lost Order were heroes, pioneers of the bravest kind who ventured without fear into a labyrinth of steel and light. Pyres were burned in honor of their sacrifice and The City was deemed Heretical, a product of the hells to be guarded from for all time. The Lost Order however was not lost. They merely found a new God to worship.

It was discovered deep below the surface ruins. Beneath layers and layers of steel, pipes, conduits and tombs. The Lost Order plunged through the depths as knight after paladin after squire were consumed by the defenses and monstrosities that called the abyss their home. A chamber greater in scope than any before seen housed it, held aloft by tendeils of void-black rubbers and sparking wires. It spewed smoke and breathed crackling electricity from its ports as it awoke, sensing movement for the first time in aeons. A thunderous reverberation of earth-shaking psychic waves broke the silence as they beheld It's glory.

The Holiest of Holies, the Grand Seer, the Eye on High that observed their passage to its chamber from the surface and gazes upon the whole city It once reigned over. It spoke to them of a purpose, one they would fulfill for It as It's hands in the dark. Places It could not reach, they would reclaim. All it required was a mouth to speak with, nothing more.