Rig couldn't see well what was going on down there. He had no way of zooming in on the details, but from the words of his group he was pretty okay with it. He wouldn't have enjoyed the grisly scene anyways. As things died down, and the crowd began to disperse Rig still had no words. He honestly felt quite small from this whole situation. The people who were his teammates seemed more acclimated to the situation, then there was the sheer size of the wild-men group, and of course the unearthly light/obelisk. 

As they descended in surprising safety down to the thing, Rig felt his skin electrify and his guts churn. The air was thick with this thing. Whatever it was, it carried more life in it than any stone Rig had heard of. There wasn't a massive amount of detail in it's form, and yet it's gravity outstripped that. This thing was defined like a knife in this world, cutting it's way into it. It was smooth and glossy, yet felt almost sharp and coarse. More than tangible it drew them in, and yet it felt so otherworldly and non-existent. 

[color=0072bc]"Yeah I do machines not spooky dragon rocks, i'm keeping my distance."[/color]

He stood back, despite the obvious tug towards the thing. His sense of self-preservation and ties to this world, kept him making a bubble between that. That...thing. He sighed through his teeth, standing near Bastet. Nervous about it, yet preferring the hellbeast over the dragon stone. He looked back just in time to see Isis touch the stone, and even before what came next his heart dropped. 

Why would she do that?