Excalibur

Far away, the Machine God had already recovered from the toll of the Black Spear. That strike had consumed not only magical energy but also the user's very existence—the fate-force necessary to keep them alive, an abstract thing.

In this age, when the gods had long since vanished and primates held dominion, the Machine God's reason for existing was obviously negligible. The only reason he could recover so quickly was that the great god Zeus had left behind enough traces of his existence on this planet.

Beep! Beep!

A sharp alarm sounded in his thought circuits. An enormous energy source, far beyond the warning threshold, had appeared...