The planet where The Glorious One transcended existence remains barren, the focal point of where all life was sacrificed for The Glorious One. Scattered, small reminders of the pointless attempts to stop The Glorious One remain, a sword rammed into one of the obsidian focal points, an almost fully collapsed mech in pieces from the wind and rain.
Much time had passed, albeit with nothing to discern its passage, beyond the wind and the stars.
But today, a strong gust of wind blew over a lasershield housing, and there, beneath it, one small green shoot was budding.
It’s a start.