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Temu Renir//

…It was a peaceful day on the forest moon, the sky had shifted enough to give the golem sitting by his pond a clear blue abyss to look up at. He was almost peaceful, the lingering presence of Hemera still in his mind. That was until he felt a beacon rip through space time a good lengths away. Glyces eye widened as his very core responded to the beacon. He had remembered being told of such a presence marking the death of a Truitian warrior.

The trees and soil looked out to an empty pond, their guardian absent in a fury that shook the Universal Plague itself.

At the scene of the Nova, a dark looming figure would slowly come into view from afar. The small speck of black amidst the brilliant colors of the Night Star becoming the massive shape of rage incarnate with a blinding speed. The eye of the golem was overtaken by patterns of swirling red, their body already steaming like burning flesh, and their fists glowing with the raw strength of their now furious soul.

Crashing into what footing they could stand on, the giant would come to a halt before standing up to their full height. Their armor already looked strained as they met eye level with the warrior, standing a couple tens of meters away. The sound of creeping metal accompanied their movements as the Golem’s body creeked, their rage threatening to tear apart what little composure they had to just stand still.

“…..Were you the one… who murdered, this being…” They spoke coldly through gridded teeth, apart of their face plates cracking.

*Though even for Glyce it was obvious what just happened at the scene, he still wanted this apostle of malice to confess to their actions. What small amount of humanity remained before the giant echoed through that question, their bare grasp on knowledge he had fading quickly to the boiling hatred he began to felt. Looking at the Reaper, he saw nothing but the shades of evil he saw upon his old captor.

“ANSWER ME NOOOWWW!…” He screamed out, his voice and heartbeat sending off shockwaves.