Running through the darkness was lonely, especially when you were certain this was probably a journey from which you would never return. That loneliness became even harder to bear.
During Ulduar's "age of light," Mimiron had laid this Monorail across multiple planes to transport supplies to the legions stationed deeper inside without provoking the Old God. The track reached almost to the deepest part of the Crimson Halls of Insanity, where a gate blessed by a special power sealed away the endless evil spirits of nightmares.
As the train passed through the darkness, there was not a glimmer of light. All they could see were distorted scenes. They were not broken, but both the pillars and walls existed in a peculiar state, as though shattered stones were connected to buildings that were still reasonably intact. Yet both the pillars and walls showed signs of distortion in certain places.
Those stones floated eerily in the air in all manner of shapes. They looked utterly destroyed, but Mimiron told them otherwise!
"This is simply because we're too close to Yogg-Saron. Even the air here has become deformed and distorted. If you get the chance, you can touch those pillars yourselves!"
The Mechagnome Guardian carried an Engineering rifle on his back that looked very similar to the Strike of the Titans, which had already been given to the old hunter Hemet. As he controlled the train's speed, he told the others, "This space has become very dangerous. Take those pillars, for example. On a physical level, they're actually still intact. But look at them. In higher dimensions, they've already been twisted into this ghastly state... In fact, the Crimson Halls of Insanity has another name, one given to it by the legions that guarded this place back then."
"Hmm?"
Heimdall, who had been