Vvurdeni lies in the sand, absorbing what remains of the equipment.
It gazes upon its gaunt body, a body made of Ooze. But still plagued by an ailment. One that makes him feel a wave of repulsion and disgust.
"Nothing. Nothing works."
Anger begins to crawl up as it begins to claw itself, cracking its outer shell. Creating a more splitting image of a starving man, driven mad.
"What I know.. All of it no longer works... Theories and basics of forging. It just leads to faulty products..."
"What remains of a powerful god is just remains.. I can't even siphon a hint of what it left behind. No calling card or anything."
"My own gods.. They ignore me. No... They despise me, are disgusted by me."
Vvurdeni begins slowly raising its claw like ligaments and begins clawing at its face.
"No friends... No home.. My education is a lie.. My gods left me. Un-assurance and solitude are my only restitutes."
Former visions that haunted the boy. Are now gone. Replaced with just whispers.
"Serve a lord, who understands your anger... Serve a being that accepts your dedication.. Serve a savior, who will provide a heath for your will."
"Oh, young Vvurdeni."
"We never wanted this.."
Vvurdeni begins to stand up, speaking while doing so.
"You go on with serving and serving. And serving, and serving. You ramble with the voices of my loved ones, you drove me to do these things I would never bother to do."
"Why must you continue and force me to keep serving.. Why?"
"Follow the play. You wish to live, no?"
"Don't you want to find out what happened? Don't you want to reclaim your honor as a member of your kind? Don't you want to honor the last of your kind?"
The whisper speaks in a slightly more venomous tone.
"Don't you wish to prove what remnants that were left behind, that you are of your ancient city? Show them that they are wrong?"
"Oh.. Little one. Follow the play. And march till the last of your sorrow dries out, so that your anger may burn."
"For there are thousands more grievances within sorrow. For sorrow only harms what makes us, us."
"March.. March. March till you fuel nothing but anger."