The mechanical voice rumbles from beneath the ground, slightly distorted by the wear on the microphones used. 

[I believe you may be in need of assistance. Your presence has restarted the-]

With a sudden screech, the speech cuts off, only to be replaced by a constant and monotonous beep. A sudden sensation of isolation tells those gathered there that their dimensional travel capabilities had been cut off. Barely visible at the horizon, a slight distortion can be seen - a telltale signal of Ygdrassil's Shields. After a moment of silence, a nearby panel the size of a football field slowly moves upwards and sideways, throwing off clumps of dirt and uprooting plantlife as it does so. A group of small reptilian creatures scurries off through the grass, spooked by the sudden noise.

The newly created opening leads to one of Ygdrassil's Drone Hangars, a massive construct designed to hold almost 2.000 Combat Drones. Androids with immense strength and speed, capable of creating and manipulating plasma to form blades or projectiles. Combined with their personal shield generators, they formed formidable opponents, and when they had been operational almost no force in the Multiverse could stand up to their combined might. The total number of drones on Ygdrassil at this point in time was quite probably around 2.000.000.000. Of course, most of them had succumbed to the same rapid aging that had apparently struck the rest of the vast space station. Thick plants could be seen entangling almost all of them, roots digging through the Alloy plates.

Deep down below, a metallic crash can be heard echoing upwards, as if beckoning those present to come down.