The slow steady hum of spinning dials had begun to wind down as, one by one, more of the rings started to slow before coming to a stop. Each new symbol aglow with azure fire as their energies took shape. Unlike the negative energy of the Dark fey, the magic the Mystan wielded was arcane in nature. Adapting it to Detherkil technology had been no easy task Rarenrar was sure, but it seemed the elder had managed just as predicted. It was a good thing this room was mostly shielded too; else the energies would have been consumed by the nether that shrouded the tower. 

 Still despite their progress Rarenrar was sill impatient and by the looks of it Dinunir and Rycro were just as anxious. Just when he was about to tell the elder to speed things along the elder exclaimed. "It's done!" 

 Rarenrar smiled and exchanged looks with his fellow cultist as the last ring slowed to a stop. The runes now all alined perfectly glowed with a brighter intensity then before. 

"We'll don't waste any time." Rarenrar said as he walked closer. "Open the gate." 

 The Elder Mystan shook his head however, whipping sweat from his wrinkled forehead. "We still lack a power source to stabilize the gate." He warned. "We will still have to wait for a lightening strik-" 

 Before the mystan could finish his sentence the dim lighting in the room brightened significantly while the light of the runes atop the control panel intensified. Rarenrar hands went to his weapon in alarm, as did the others. 

[i]"Tharchion, we're reading a massive energy spike from the upper levels. What's happening?"[/i]

 Rarenrar wish he had an answer to that question, but whatever it was overcharged the rector that was to establish the gateway. The device had already begun to hum with renewed fury as it began to pierce the veil between worlds. Several meters before the control panel sparks of dark energy began to form, springing widely between four large obelisks like structures. The three cultists and Mystan stared in wonder with a mix of alarm as the sparks began to shape themselves into a sphere of silver. As it expanded in size, so did the activity of the sparks arching across its surface.

“Or that…could happen...” The mystan said hardly more than a whisper as he backed away from the control panel.

 In little time the sphere had grown to the size of an average dark fey and was still growing when the large doors into the circular chamber opened. The spectacle had momentarily distracted Detherkil warriors who all whirled around at the sound of doors opening with a sigh, weapons in hand. 

 A man seemingly made of metal then marched in with what appeared to be a weapon of some kind in hand. Rycro already leveled his own crossbow shaped weapon, while Dinunir did the same. Rarenrar however had drawn both his blades standing in a tight combat stance. 

Under squinted eyes Rarenrar regarded the automaton. "Who dares to desecrate these halls?"