Those sorting through the remains of the machines find the metal outer casing is extremely durable. Not katchin, but still up there in durability. Insid each has a generator for the blasts that convert solar energy, alongside a strange speherical red marble mounted inside. No idea what that does.
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When Asha’rah hears that echo of a voice reach out to her is the same time Ishtar attempts to wake the dead.
A low voice echoes across the Cairn Yard.
‘Asha’rah! Asha’rah! ASHA’RAH!’
A decaying arm shoots out of the ground, wrapping around Asha’rah’s throat with incredible force, the fingers actually denting her metallic neck. Another shoots out and latches onto to Ishtar’s forearm, the grip breaking her arm as a terrible weight seems to fall upon all their senses as the voice speaks again.
‘
Hakai!’
The Cairn Yard floor, where the dead had come from, glows reddish black and then vanishes, leaving a giant hole with two incredibly strectched arms holding the two women. The arms pull something up out of the darkness.
Glowing with a faint aura of destruction, the clearly dead Namekian looks with his missing eyes and grins.
‘You have awoken me, foolish Asha’rah. And brought me a gift of Hakai in the Oni. Thank you.’
Asha’rah knows him as Hammer, God of Destruction for Universe 18. The Mad GoD, put down and trapped millennia ago by a God of Creation during Asha’rah’s Rebellion. The memory finally slides in place in her mind. Awoken now by Ishtar and Asha’rah, beings with the energy he craves.