I place my palm on the monolith, then stand back when it melts in response to my touch. Molten rock drips down the stone

Warriors dialogue

I place my palm on the monolith, then stand back when it melts in response to my touch. Molten rock drips down the stone, exposing a hollow interior. Inside, I see riches that are beyond belief. Ancient technologies and cargo that would aid my journey. Suddenly, the voice of an ancient tribe shakes the ground I stand on...

The Vy'keen Ancients burn thieves and pirates.

Lava continues to drop, and the edifice seems unstable, but equipment that could aid me is within arm's reach...

Dialogue choices

Reach in

The lava surges, molten rock grabbing at my Exosuit. Time slows. I feel myself burning. There is no release. I am doomed. I close my eyes. When I open them, the edifice is reconstructed, the molten rock solid once more. I feel a hot, angry wind.

Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.

Stand back

The ancient warriors who once worshipped here bless my show of respect. The lava reshapes itself, forming an intricate plinth in front of me as it cools. The plinth is laden with gifts. The vision fades, but the gifts remain.