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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 6284738" data-attributes="member: 4441">The Originator doesn't respond to Father Seren's quip at first, eyes focused on the abhumans as they begin to fall to Xaion's limbs and whatever power or frequency is making them weak.  The rest of you feel something in your teeth and bones, any numenera on you or in you feeling heavy and leaden.  Within minutes, it is over, the abhumans collapsing, dying, up above the spring dry, machinery clicking on empty.  The whine from the center plate begins to increase in intensity, and you can hear it even down in the lower chamber.The Originator speaks, the chamber still faintly visible from the light of the crystals, its voice echoing through the chamber, translated by the crystals.  *THE MAP WILL LEAD YOU.  IT FOLLOWS THE BEACON OF *UNKNOWN* POWER.  FREE OF THE THIEVES, IT STILL REMAINS.  YOU HAVE YOUR OWN POWER TO FIX IT, INSTEAD OF THE *UNKNOWN* MISGUIDED ABNORMALITIES YOU HAVE DISPACHED.*The hum grows perceptively louder.*YOU ASKED IF THERE WAS A WAY OUT.  THERE ARE TWO.  THE WAY YOU CAME IN.*  It touches the crystals in a different configuration, similar to one you saw Ohm meddling with earlier.  The gray powder begins to stream from the ceiling again, coating all in the room in a light covering that is slowly growing thicker.  *AND MY OWN ESCAPE.  CHOOSE.*The Originator takes up its original position, standing, arms upstretched, the powder beginning to turn it as gray as its companions.  Above you, you hear creaks, cracks, crashes, and suddenly, bangs.Wisco, you and Antor feel the floor tremble under your feet, and the entire complex begins to shake, as if starting to collapse!</blockquote>

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