The lights on the Omega Key flash, and cogs in the ceiling lurch to life, producing a steady, grinding sound as flashes of electricity spark between them. Trails of cyan energy race along the machinery in the floor, toward the statue of Atlantis. The glyphs and trimming on the automaton fill with light as the machine shudders, before hoisting itself to its feet.
At the same time, forest-green lights bloom to life on the statue of Hyperborea, and the automaton rises, as well. The floor shakes as, around the walls of the arena, thirty inert sentinels erupt from the earth, all in varying states of disrepair.
Atlantis and Hyperborea brandish their swords as they step out from their resting places, turning their heads to regard our heroes.
"That was a joke," Salvo clarifies.
"Still, there's a couple of us who've done more work on this voyage than others, I'd say. They've taken the lead on all our battles, and found out more about the Omega Lock than Sprocket's ever been able to."