We knew that the Beacon was our only hope.
The way towards that huge stone arch was carved into the palm of our hands. We followed it through lightless tunnels and darkened caves where torches barely lit the ground beneath our feet. Once we arrived at the center of the Beacon, we poured the blood and flesh of our weakest companion onto it and the structure lightened up, pointing upward a ray of ethereal light.
Lower down, the gaunt figure of the Mother of the World, Cxardris the Forgotten, abandoned by all after the Great Ruin, moved rattling the coils that blocked the view to the bottom of the cavernous grotto.
"The Beacon..."
She spoke without moving her jaw which remained barely attatched to her by the filaments of rotten skin that glued the bone to the degraded muscles.
"Blood of Zyno..."
She rose from the ground looking around her with her four milky eyes completely blind yet attracted by the light of the Beacon that brightened the vault of the cave, damp and dark. Likewise, that light spread throughout the ceiling vibrating within hidden cavities, playing a melody only heard by the Mother of the World.
She stopped, raised her head, and then spoke again.
"...you have given me back the stars of the earth... in exchange I will return you those of the sky."
And that said, she let out an indescribable roar making the walls of the cave tremble, echoing in a cacophony of shrill growls and screams.
Shortly thereafter, two more roars answered the first.
"My children are awake. Go and help them in their conquest."