After receiving the Goddess's blessing, the man stood with a bowed head, the glow around him fading like the last embers of a dying flame.
He didn't speak for a long moment, then finally whispered, "I… understand."
His fists clenched at his sides. "I will go. I will be your agent in the shadows."
"Then go, my Child," the Goddess intoned, "with my mark and purpose. And may the world never see through your mask until the final blade is drawn."
The stage darkens. A spotlight follows the man as he walks with quiet resolve, exiting the divine chamber and heading to the one person he trusted the most—his eccentric friend, the army's mechanical genius.
The next scene bursts with energy as the workshop of the military genius fills the stage.
Sparks fly, tools clang, and strange machines
buzz with electric life. Amidst it all stands the wild-haired genius, laughing at his own madness.
