The monolith has the smell of burnt metal and heavy industry. Strange runes swirl and transform, forcing an image deep i

The monolith has the smell of burnt metal and heavy industry. Strange runes swirl and transform, forcing an image deep into my mind.

The First Spawn gives help to the worker. The First Spawn destroy the workshy.

I look into the past. I see a small beaked figure, silhouetted by the light of a forge, industriously hammering armour. Next to it, a cloaked companion idly watches – seemingly content to avoid the work. Both lifeforms stare at me. I must choose.