It saw the chaotic future slowing more and more like insects trapped in amber, finally freezing at some ultimate moment. It knew this meant it was a chess piece moved in the eternal game of the gods, bait capable of drawing in The King. Now it had been moved into its proper position and had served its purpose. It felt terror and fury, but also exhilaration—the great will had turned its gaze away completely. Though this entailed enormous risk, it also meant that everything it had done had been sanctioned by the great will—the eternal great will that had revealed the ritual to the awakened among the Kree Empire War Slaves and brought it into the Material Universe, all for the purpose of slaying that king cursed ten thousand times over. Its strength had not diminished; its rank of authority stood higher than before. It would become a sovereign of the Sea of Souls, exercising supreme kingship until every atom in the universe ceased moving in eternal heat death. It would become part of the gods' great design. Just as it had destroyed countless advanced civilizations throughout the universe in the past, the race destined by the future timeline would now become its prize.
"I will not die here, because I am eternal."
Even with its head pierced by the Spear of the Garrison and its ankle firmly nailed to the ground by the Oath Dagger, it still spoke calmly to the Praetorian Guard. Derrick Xian was not surprised by the mad behavior of this Aetheric psychic entity. He had no intention of trying to comprehend the incomprehensible through human thought. He only needed to resist it, banish it, and kill it. "This is fate, Tin Soldier." Sharp bone spurs and claws slowly sank into Derrick Xian's gem-studded golden breastplate,