The gargantuan doors of the central chamber hissed open, exhaling a gust of cold, metallic air into the passage as Apostle Krill Khian and Lord Krull'Kahn stepped through. Their heavy, resonant footsteps echoed in the vast, cylindrical space that stretched before them, its polished, dark metallic walls curving upward and away into a distant, shadowed ceiling. But it was not the grandeur of the architecture that commanded their immediate attention.
Beyond the curved panoramic windows, embedded deep within the walls, lay the chilling panorama of the harvest. Thousands upon thousands of human figures, pale and inert, were suspended in transparent pods that descended downwards into the silent void. Tubes, as transparent as the pods themselves, snaked away from each figure, converging into colossal transparent tanks that pulsed with a dark, viscous crimson. This was the lifeblood, the very essence of humanity, continuously drawn and pooled.
