Chambers with their various contents blurred by him as he maneuvered through the Spire. He was making his way towards a set goal, a final destination. In his wake, the bodies and corpses of many monsters were left smoldering on the ground. Bubbling piles of organic substances boiled with super heat thanks to the device in Lexxum's possession.

Lexxum Vordic was fighting harder than he ever fought in his entire life against a horde of dungeon crawling enemies.

Black walls were twisted and created an almost abysmal void within Lexxum's peripheral vision. On the walls were various scenes and symbols depicted that showcase the history of the world. Lexxum had no time to waste as many individuals monsters and traps awaited him. They were attempting to interrupt his journey through the Spire. Blood stained the walls and floors of the structure as Lexxum cut a swath through the general forces marching against him. It was a simple matter of killing anything that moved. Lexxum was a trained killer. He was a proud warrior of his people even in this dismal state he found himself in. Lexxum mauled through yet another guardian of the Spire. They were an odd lot really. Standing at approximately five feet in height and composed out of bulky, metallic bodies. The creatures had a swiveling red jewel for a face that would automatically lock on Lexxum whenever he approached. Their bodies were made out of brass and easily bent to the lizard man's strength. Lexxum ripped through several more of the creatures and made his way towards a dead end.

The passageway was a particularly long one. Lexxum was guided by the image that was burned into his brain the moment he touched the object in his possession. Lexxum was given exact coordinates within the Spire's depths, and a map of where to go. He was also given instructions of what to do once he got there. Lexxum walked back up the long hallway and grabbed the bodies of the brass guardians that remained. Dragging them with a screeching metallic sound across the floor, the giant heaved them mightily and tossed them towards the nearby wall. There was a loud clattering of metal against the floor. Lexxum walked quickly and with surprising grace provided to him by his massive tail. He remembered the procedure as he was forced to memorize it before the presence of the Voice of Lord Mitra.

A rather crafty individual, Lexxum dug for the power cores of the brass guardians and took the exact amount he needed. The power cores functioned like a battery to the brass guardian. They were forged by unknown hands many ages prior. Lexxum used his might to rip through the brass pieces and armor plating. His muscles strained against the action, but he was able to gather the exact amount of power cores he needed. They were small gemstones that were as rubies. Approximately several inches in diameter each, they fit in the palm of Lexxum's hand. He gathered the exact amount that he needed for the operation. Time was running out. He only had his current form for the full length of an angel's breath. Whatever that meant according to the word of the Voice. Lexxum just had to trust that the Voice of Lord Mitra was correct in its judgment. The object in his possession would soon be running out of power. Placing the power cores in the proper indentations along the wall, they formed a pattern. A sound filled the air with each interlocking core.

There were approximately over ten power cores all together. Lexxum made sure to grab the correct amount. The exact amount was lost to the history books. Once he completed the pattern on the walls, they moved with a powerful sound that flowed through the air. Each of the cores had generated its own musical sound resembling the Songs of Turlin. Lexxum heard the beautiful music as the song was generated that un-binded the particular seal blocking that section of the Spire away from Lexxum's clutches. This is where the real challenge would begin. Lexxum drew his weapon as the new doors sliid open. A new bloc within the Spire opened up. Lexxum heard music in the air and made his way into the dark tunnel. It headed downward and had a new series of paintings and inscriptions on the walls. Lexxum looked around as he moved deeper into the Spire trying to take in all he could about Althanas' history. He hadn't seen anything about Fallien yet, but he knew that was coming soon enough. His eyes narrowed as he looked around the hallway, nothing had emerged from the darkness just yet.

He was waiting as he moved forward for something to happen.

Anything...