In the short moments of confusion after the witch's demise, Erde decided to not question the strange fate. It was not the first being that had self destructed in recent history, perhaps this area of the vastness of space was mental poison to organics and machines. Not that it mattered, the titan's deed was done, and time would repair what had been done by machines of war. This titan's job was finally back on track, even though there was a looming and strange statue that had appeared from nowhere.

Erde Mensche began a slow walk towards the flattened city, there was little left behind to hint that it was ever a city. Unfortunate, their lives were taken so quickly. Organics are the most fragile. Laying on the ground, melted and broken was the remains of the towers that the had been migrating upwards passively. Odd how this day had started with company, and ended with two explosions. Pausing for a moment he looked upwards, trying to see past the immense cloud cover. "Is it day? Or is it night?"

Right. "That's what I was trying to figure out before this madness happened." For a moment he was forgetting himself, he groaned. The loss of his mask was messing with his head, he needed to make a new one. Even his plants were gone, he'd have to find some kind of moss that grew here. Replant his body with them. Start over again, with a bit of normalcy at least.

With his hands he lowered to the ground and placed them on the surface, this was unnecessary but it felt natural to him. The ground below revealed all to him, the different ores and raw metal inside of it told him of their presence. Almost as though they spoke to him. Copper and tin sang out with two different bells, a deep gong and a soft chiming, that was the call that he remembered too well. With one swift motion he ripped two pillars of earth upwards, sizeable veins of the two metals covered in rock and dirt.

The spires branched out, like trees of metal and earth, touching the winding limbs against eachother. Like putty in the hands of a youth they mashed together, compressing and convulsing until at an even mixture. It was bronze, grown from the ground, rather than forged in a furnace. Only a disc of it was made, and that's what he needed at first. Donning it to his head it clamped to his visage, folding around his head and forming into the mask of sorrow that he wore at all times.

Suddenly he felt so much better, the furious burning that had been at the back of his core this entire time finally cooled down to a light tingle. It was a comforting thing, for some reason this mask made his life easier, removing the anger from him by reminding him of something he doesn't even know. A deeply hidden psychological secret to him.

And now there's the skeleton, this was less psychological and more tactical. A hard core makes the sword stronger and the weapon deadlier. The two pillars smashed together, mashing like the disc that made his mask had. Except in a much faster way, this was much less ceremonious to him than the mask. It contorted and stretched out, spitting out the six ribbed and no toed skeleton that he wears underneath his rocky hide.

With no further need for the metal, he pushed it back down into the ground with a thought. The skeleton walked around him, more sliding than actually walking. It pressed itself to Erde's back and diffused into him, pushing out the excess dirt and stone that he had been using as a skeleton up to this point.

"Normal again." Were the last words that he muttered, turning his attention to the fallen pillars from before. Erde remembered, the previous task was to let rays of sunshine down on the planet. Clear up some of the drabby overcast cloud cover.

His focus grew on a large line of earth in front of him, in a straight line for the full radius of two miles he pulled his hands backwards, taking a step away as well. A great collumn of earth and stone began to rise upwards into the sky, looking as though it were slowly rising , however it was rising at around 80 mph. It would reach its full height within a minute or so, it would cleave a clean hole in the cloud cover, and then Erde could get to work on what he was going to do next.

As the pillar reached the peak of its rise he took a step back and looked up towards the top, as he had suspected, it was cleaving through the clouds and a bright ray of light filtered down onto the surface of the planet. Only about a mile's worth of light, but it was better than the infinite cloud cover that made this place so dreary and inhospitable. Back where he was standing before lifting the pillar he saw that unsightly statue, unmoving, unsettling. With one hand he brought up a few sheets of rock, about forty yards long and exactly as tall. If it wasn't going to move he was just going to cover it up and hide it from sight. Organic beings with their strange compulsion to build monuments to themselves from the stuff they rip from the ground. Madness.

The first pillar was completed and Erde was contented, now comes the more difficult part. As the cloud cover was being sliced in two by the column of earth, he was thinking about how he could clear the air of more clouds. Spread it out over a longer distance. He couldn't just walk around with a pillar being dragged behind him, that would be unproductive and inefficient. A giant fan? That could work, at least for a few miles. Erde began folding the ground in front of him, raising it up and flattening it against itself, placing it in tighter and tighter layers until it became a neat little fan shape. What he'll do with it next will be in his next post.

There was a pause and the titan stared at the pillar, questioning why he was doing this. Erde had no binding contract that demanded that he do this. There was no reason for him to be here, for the time being, the great evil he had sensed not a day earlier had waned. There was no threat for now. The titan began sinking into the ground below, dragging the two mile pillar of earth down with him. Removing all evidence that he had even been here. When the great evil showed its stink again, Erde would act, but until that day comes he will rest.