A shudder passed through us in unison as we realised how close we had come to forfeiting our very humanity to the machinations of this strange Eldritch star. It was the last moment of union we experienced - as all at once our individual selves re-surfaced, gasping for air as if rising from the depths of some ancient ocean in which we had been submerged. Our descent halted abruptly, and with our fraught mortal senses returning we set eyes upon the familiar sight of these perilous chambers - now humming with a renewed malevolence in response to our rejection.

From the covetous aspirations of the Sentinel, to the murky ambitions of the House of Bliss, to our own awestruck awakening - we could conceive no purity or good to be wrenched from this accursed place. It had to be banished, stymied, sundered!

We scattered now, to raze and reclaim. Its undoing would be a testament to the power of our still-human hands.