The monolith fragments before my eyes. It folds down in on itself, again and again, until it is a tiny red orb surrounde

Warriors dialogue

The monolith fragments before my eyes. It folds down in on itself, again and again, until it is a tiny red orb surrounded by dancing lights. It feels like something truly ancient, perhaps something divine, is showing me the origin of these strange constructions.

The Vy'keen feed the Atlas stone rare metal. It builds. It towers.

The metal I carry is physically dragging me towards it - desperate to help it rebuild. The elements I carry want to offer themselves...

Dialogue choices

Surrender metal dust

I feel a rush of blood. My head spins. I am without myself, and witness my insignificance within the infinite bounds of space. The monolith slowly rebuilds inch by inch. I am pitied. The vision ends.

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Surrender Pure Ferrite

I see my true place within the infinite depth of space and time. The monolith slowly rebuilds. It pities me.

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The ancients that inhabit this Monolith accept my presence. They will tolerate a request.

Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.

Surrender Chromatic Metal

I feel a rush of blood. My head spins. I am without myself, and witness my true place within the infinite bounds of space. The monolith rebuilds, and rewards me in consolation. The vision ends.