The moment Ryan's fingers closed around the cold, heavy metal of the Void-Phase Engine Core, the entire Foundry screamed.
It wasn't a sound that you could hear with your ears. It was a silent, psychic shriek that resounded directly inside their skulls, a sound of pure, ancient panic.
The lights in the massive, dead factory flickered wildly, casting long, dancing shadows. The dormant machinery all around them began to whir and clank, ancient emergency systems kicking into gear thousands of years too late.
The air grew thick and heavy, crackling with a strange, dark energy. Ryan felt it instantly. The same chaotic, broken energy from the Reality Schism was pouring into the room, drawn here by the power of the Engine Core he now held in his hand.
"Oh, that can't be good," Hale, the medic, muttered, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his weapon.
"What's happening?" Griz, the big Iron Wolf, growled, planting his feet and raising his shield.
