D E A T H
Thesh was quick to follow after their fleeting friend, no wings to grace his steps just a soft footfall which made nary a sound upon the stairs. Her excitement was palpable, but the way in which she quietened them on their way toward the lower floors spoke of something lingering beyond, in the unknown. Who knew what that would be? He was eager to find out.
The heat was barely bearable down here, and as he quietly stepped across the threshold into that strange room he could see why. Great forges lay around, perpetually burning as magma flowed through mechanisms he could barely comprehend. There were crates of various resources, open and contents scattered here and there. No doubt most of the valuables had already been taken, stripped of this place when it was cast aside, but there were still things which intrigued him. Hunks of carbon-heavy rocks, akin to coal, were what immediately drew his attention.
With so much magma, what purpose did they serve?
Lost in such thought he didn't even notice the creatures lurking in the darkened corners of the room. Multiple eyes peering out at them, glowering and hungry. No, Thesh was already looking for a terminal which might hold the information he wanted. Each had come for obscure knowledge, practices cast aside for the simpler methods of nowadays, and Thesh wanted nothing more than to unearth the secrets of synthesizing.
To the right of the others, unless they had followed him in as far as he had gone in which case slightly behind them too, a creature paced forward. Canine in shape and size, reptilian in covering, its scales shimmered in the burning light of the room and a long, forked tongue peeked from between teeth as it hissed lowly into the air.
And it wasn't until it hissed that Thesh realized they really weren't alone.