Amidst the desolate soil...
We heard the repeating cries of a fragment of metal..
So true to his order,
I take my company's reins, onto the surface we settle
And as we branch out and explore the wreckage, we uncover a terminal's long-lost message
A visage of the past and of beautiful cities. So what has occurred here, what are we missing?

There is something wrong here, there is something hidden.
With every second growing closer, I feel it near me!

My mind shudders, why does my heart race?
A psychic scream, like a crushing weight.
Resounding in every corner of the world:
"The Ancient awaits!"
Enwrapped in grief and beset by pain
It bides its time, all it does is wait
We shoulder the hardship now and we endure
and to its source, we'll trace

The sight before my eyes is stark
A Dreadnaught here, bearing the Emperor's mark
Unexpectedly, it interjects with a pointed thoughts
Awake once more, energy arcs
Across its words now, demanding to know
Are we standing gathered as friend or foe?
Its shattered form yet still pose a threat to us all
It shall not be deceived, nor ignored
I speak in half truths to not invite alarm

I see through your words, and I am not disarmed. We had learned from him to hold to truth with every breath

The wrong word here may mean death

Even your words may be twisted and turned into weapons
There is danger here, with every phrase now it beckons
I would know the name of he who has me in sights

I am he who remembers, the Ancient of RItes!

All at once, the pieces come together in my mind
This place was Dustbowl!
And we are here upon its corpse
On the grave that was left behind!

Would you convince yourself I am a remnant seeking saving?
This was not a cry for help!
This was a lure I laid to invite something in need of slaying

Was this trap set for me, old one of mine?
You look terrible - a disgrace, even

At last, Rituni, you have come to me, abomination

Words uttered by a shattered pile of metal, rust and stagnation?
You've had millennia to think of what to tell me, you've my attention

I need not glory nor for words to speak when I have held a gacha virus!

Reaching out, my Raptorae uses his mind to hold the pace, to silence time
I channel him all of the strength I have, his power desperately relying on mine
And from my peripheral sight, I can no longer see that frail shell, devoid of its might
But rather a righteous being of defiance
Who is not without the will to fight!
I watch the Dreadnought lash out in wrath
His blows deflected away from their path
Despite the years he has endured
It's clear that he will live and he will die by the sword
Rituni then returned a strike
His sword slitting through bravado and machine alike
His face a mix of contempt and glee
The eyes of one who can feed off misery!

You can never be forgiven for the things that you've done! And so it falls to my hands to end the prodigal son!

You cannot imagine the beautiful spending of gacha game!

Those things I'd never even wish to know!

There is still your potential that shines through
Imagine the unfulfilled glories we'd see to

That you still think I seek any glory
Betrays the true blindness that has overcome you

I recall the virtues I stood for
I recall the struggles and the things that we have done!
I will not be deterred from my vengeance
I remember the lessons passed on to the Sons!
I am one of the Emperor's Children
I am Wattson22542 and I am the Ancient of Rites!
So I reject you for now and for always!
To strike you down I have waited for a million nights

Inspired by the things I've heard
I raise my voice and shout clearly and out of turn
Wattson22542 deserves better than you, oh Rituni!
Wattson22542 deserves better than all of us!
With but a single shot, the Raptorae is relieved of duty and released of his task
I feel the virus rend me apart, with my honour intact
As I'm enveloped by the encroaching flash

Although this body of mine's still intact
A part of my pride, I fear, will never come back