[ Luck, hmmmm. Not really Zhongli's domain but any sort of support will do.
The door is forced open with a truly terrible screeeeeech of metal on metal as Zhongli pries it open.
As the inside is slowly revealed, the room at first looks rather unremarkable like the rest: a metal table shoved against the wall with an assortment of tools tossed across the service, crates with bits of things that probably would make a lesser person's stomach churn if they looked at the contents a bit too long, scattered paperwork, the dim sickly yellow light of a toppled lamp pointing at the concrete ground.
Oh.
Oh that's not a lamp. That just happens to be the pulsating core of a hollowed out necrotic beast that towers over all of them. One that senses fresh prey. And one that comes barreling forward at the intruders as soon as the door bursts open, the heavy footfalls causing the ground to shake with each reverberation.
Instinctively, Zhongli tosses a shield around John the Emperor as he quickly dodges to the side. Perhaps he is underestimating the constructs, but he does not believe that they will able to stand up to something of that sheer size and speed. ... Best of luck, indeed. ]
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The door is forced open with a truly terrible screeeeeech of metal on metal as Zhongli pries it open.
As the inside is slowly revealed, the room at first looks rather unremarkable like the rest: a metal table shoved against the wall with an assortment of tools tossed across the service, crates with bits of things that probably would make a lesser person's stomach churn if they looked at the contents a bit too long, scattered paperwork, the dim sickly yellow light of a toppled lamp pointing at the concrete ground.
Oh.
Oh that's not a lamp. That just happens to be the pulsating core of a hollowed out necrotic beast that towers over all of them. One that senses fresh prey. And one that comes barreling forward at the intruders as soon as the door bursts open, the heavy footfalls causing the ground to shake with each reverberation.
Instinctively, Zhongli tosses a shield around John the Emperor as he quickly dodges to the side. Perhaps he is underestimating the constructs, but he does not believe that they will able to stand up to something of that sheer size and speed. ... Best of luck, indeed. ]