Deep within Blood Mountain lay a deep, dark cavern.
Soundless scriptures slowly chanted through a void that did not exist, and one after another, "statues" exuding a stale, rotten scent slowly opened their eyes.
They were all named mutants, the strongest among countless green-skinned brutes, champions among countless Plague Monks, and "his" most satisfying masterpieces.
They were still far from true perfection. Like the dead "Olon," they were merely an earlier work that had failed to amount to much.
Even so, they were more than sufficient as vessels to house his soul for a moment.
He did not mind lowering himself for a while.
To meet that fellow, he needed a body capable of walking the mortal world.
"...The fourth phase of Heaven has restarted. Eternal Heaven has descended. Every living creature on earth shall become a believer of the Lord and embrace supreme evolution."
"My Lord is all things, and all things are my Lord."
The statue at the very center opened its eyes, and an eerie gleam shone from its sickly green pupils.
That light seemed to pierce beyond the cave, locking onto a certain azure figure.
There was no mistake.
That police power armor painted azure was precisely the relic of "Mr. Administrator."
An Administrator was wearing it now as well, though one from another vault.
A chilling smile gradually curled across the monster's face, and a meaningful voice emerged from its blood-filled maw.
"I see you."
The approaching tremors of the earth interrupted his wandering thoughts.
The past of Vault 117 was already history.
They were no longer those noisy youngsters who had wanted to open the doors and save the world out in the wasteland.
They had spent years witnessing the hopelessness of the human species. They had long understood that merely opening a few