The hooded stranger stands atop a ledge overlooking the Ruins of Steel. It's cape blew by the wind from the wilds beyond and it's eyes spied far down over the wreckage.
"What a waste. What foolishness. He couldn't even defeat some mortals and a dying god. The Lord of Command? No. Lord of Folly."
It blinks down to an especially interesting place. On the ground lies a giant robotic suit, dysfunctional after extensive damage. In front of it rests a corpse. The vessel walks up to it.
It lowers its arm and cups its hand on his back. Then, the remaining power in the corpse visibly crawled into the vessel's palm. It rests like a yellow smoke.
The vessel inhales the smoke.
"Nil Dei."







