The sky seethes with darkness. The air chokes with the ashes of a burning world. Beneath their feet, the earth lies cracked and broken, a lifeless husk.
And then they see her.
On a hundred spidery legs, she reaches for the dead. They lie heaped before her, tribute from her grisly children. She holds the corpse to her with gruesome tenderness, and her arms tear into cold flesh, stitching metal to bone and skin almost at random. And it’s over. Her creation joins its impossible brothers.
And all the while, she screams her hate. This monster, this defiler.