Heaven-Conquering Walker

“Heaven-Conquering Walker, Heaven-Conquering Walker! Where is my Heaven-Conquering Walker?” A towering figure paced back and forth before a pitch-black throne made of some unknown material, anxiously repeating the words “Heaven-Conquering Walker.” Below the throne stood two rows of fearsome, grotesque “people,” not one of them daring to make the slightest sound. Half an hour ago, he had been monitoring the battle remotely when a sudden explosion cut off the signal. He could no longer sense the telekinetic seed he had planted in the Heaven-Conquering Walker's brain, either...