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On the surface was nothing assuming, just a single mountain over a series of mountains which carried themselves across the range to form the spine of the planet. It was a long inactive fault line which should have stopped moving roughly seventy million years ago.
Under the guidance of TalOS they slowly closed in on what was the closest place where the blackstone could be detected. What they ended up with was flying down an alley to what looked to be an old ruin to a long dead city.
It was here that they departed the vehicles and advanced on foot through a series of overpasses. Clearly the area they were approaching was selected for the danger it would pose upon the invaders, funneling them into a single location to be killed by whatever weapons the defenders had. They were not shot upon however.
Whoever they were approaching must still be sleeping.
Finally they came upon the site they had been searching for. Easily identified by the black as night metal that was arranged in a funerary pattern and obelisks that were arranged in a manner of triumph. They all culminated into a single pair of blackstone doors which stood tall above even Titans.
Wordlessly TalOS raised his hands and began moving them. Each and every movement quickly being caught and registered by the chambers which shut him out. Such receptive feedback only proved to TalOS that they were in the right place for it was the Blackstone which layered the large device which allowed him such an integral interaction with the machine.
With the final movements made and velocity from the planet’s rotation being fed into the doors, they began to open at the whim of TalOS.
Those that were present to witness this were fifty Astartes and fifty Proelitor, followed by a few hundred Skitarii making up the rear guard. They were followed by the Dunecrawler of Land’s creation and Sicarin Chassis tank as created by its namesake creator.
It was a powerful enough force to crumble most human cities and many planets within the Galaxy.
