Incandescent Rootway
Which History is true? Which History is ours? The skins of these remains have not decayed in the millennia they have fed the roots. Some shine like steel, others glint with the sharpness of flint. Perhaps History is what we make it, through our mettle and our artifice.
Fixed Protection (Locked)
Brass bismuth crystals engulf the space. Trying to chip at it is a futile endeavor, but someone strong and sturdy could perform a potent dissolution and let it drain away.
Essential: Assistance
Required: 15 Forge, 15 Heart, 15 Sky
Opening it will Expose:
Contents
Wing: Wound-Roots
Art Description
Center focus is on a bronze-colored person (a forge-long, bald and naked like Dr. Manhattan) is spread out like a cross, with roots in its veins like an IV, drawing out its blood, which glows the color of orpiment exultant. His face is reminiscient of The Scream. In the background, the faces of several much more muted (depleted) forge-long grimace, their skin dulled gray.