A lattice of arcane symbols blaze into life, bathing the smooth blackstone surfaces in a lambent emerald glow. The hum of archaic machinery resonates through the halls before a rhythmical thumping begins. Metal feet, in their thousands, clanging on stone as the phalanxes of soulless automata march in perfect lock-step.

Watching on from the shadows ill disciplined groups of hunched figures chitter amongst themselves. These debased forms are armed with gore-encrusted blades extending from their fingers and their contorted bodies are draped with flayed skins still oozing blood and viscera down their metal carapaces.