The Price of Obedience

In the final days of unchecked expansion, the Ancients turned their gaze inward, toward the consequences of their own ambition. The Behemoths, towering synthetic titans built for war, labor, and subjugation, had once been their most loyal creations. Each one could tear a fortress from the ground or march endlessly without rest. But as the centuries passed and the signs of war faded, their usefulness waned. Whispers of a flaw in their obedience routines, of subtle signs of thought beyond command, began to circulate. The Ancients feared rebellion, not from malice, but from scale. A single Behemoth gone rogue could shatter entire districts.

The Behemoths, unquestioning and proud to serve, were summoned to a vast crater beneath the heart of the continent. One by one, they descended into the pit, waiting in silence for new orders that would never come. At the final signal, immense crucibles poured molten alloy into the pit’s rim, encasing them in a tomb of steel and silence. No screams, no resistance... only trust repaid with betrayal.

The site would later become known as Obedience, a cursed land where the wind carries faint tremors and the ground never warms. To the Skeletons, this act was a clear message. Obedience without question is not virtue, but currency, spent cheaply by those in power.

It is believed that this single act led to the Skeleton Rebellion.