Phase 1 -The Temple of the Revenant - Omicron 82

[Unlucky_Soul]

Crankshaft was exceedingly tired. He sat to rest. The pain in his body was intense. He couldn't bear assimilating Iridium anymore. Not ever since The Battle for Etheria. A part of him died that day.

He remembered the day well. He was out in the outer rims when the distress signal was received. He was one of the many that flew as fast as they could to Etheria. He remembered the first time he saw the invaders. Blue and cylindrical in shape, tapering at the ends. He slew them in defense of his homeland. Scores had fallen to his guns. But as he slew one two would take its place. They were too many, he was too late. He saw a huge mass move towards Etheria. Then he got a call from the Elder to retreat. He hastened to the meeting point and along with the few they retreated. Etheria had fallen. His family, his friends, his love.

He was changed that day. He hated the Elder for it. He wished he had died along with his brothers that day. Not to be ravaged by pain every moment of his life. Yet along with the hate came gratitude to the Elder. Without him the remainder of Etherium would not have survived. Without him we wouldn't have a chance to rebuild .

He was drawn back to his surroundings. He realized while deep in thought he had crafted something. He was perplexed. He studied the design before him intently.

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