It worked! The Great Conduit is open!
The souls of the thousands of fallen now flow freely through to this place from the wreckage of Failcannon, leaving behind their pale ghostly shells. They infuse the very walls and stones of this place, they give it life. Now that it is confirmed, I can finally, safely, begin to transfer their minds, as well - etch them in the warped fabric of reality surrounding this anomaly. The fortress itself is alive.
I can sense the presence of others, disembodied and puissant, who have worked to make this possible, though they may not have known fully what they were doing. It matters not - Hellcannon is now ready. It shall be the vessel of our immortality.