Berdinos was already in dire straits. With two colossi brawling furiously in the Holy City of Origin, shaking the earth around them, he was being hunted by Murphy in his Warmaster Armor.
The light of the blazing sun, once used to purge evil, now served only as a medium for his spells. Amid the streams of light pouring down from the sky, Berdinos's figure kept flickering in and out of view in the amber glow.
He couldn't remain at any landing spot for more than a second. Otherwise, he'd have to face a barrage from the Warmaster Armor's floating cannons. The thought of turning to fight at close range and disabling the cannons with his blade had never even crossed his mind.
He'd crossed blades with Murphy in his power armor several times, and the only result was that he lost an arm and nearly had half his body torn open by the chainsword.
That thing was no weapon a Golden One should face with nothing but flesh and blood!
Berdinos fled through the ruined streets of the Holy City of Origin. He wasn't looking for a way out; he was trying to get close to the Sun Colossus. With Lord Parom tied up by Murphy's demigod ally, only by regaining control of the colossus could he see his own vision and path through to the end.
Though Murphy had revealed the truth, people who made it this far weren't necessarily clever, but they were certainly stubborn. Without a sufficiently resolute heart, no one could carry such a plan to its conclusion. Perhaps Berdinos didn't disbelieve anything Murphy had said, but by now it was too late to turn back.
Without Murphy's permission, there was no way to make the Creation Engine self-destruct.
That left only one option: pilot the