Small Magellanic Cloud, Perpetual Star.
The Eternal King stared at the imitation robot lying motionless on the ground, momentarily stunned.
It thought the Prophet had returned to the virtual world and tentatively called out to the air, "Your great majesty, Prophet?"
There was silence, no response.
The large palace was quiet, except for the faint sound of guards patrolling outside; there was no other sound.
The Eternal King felt a bit perplexed. It was currying favor quite well, only to be suddenly rebuked by the Prophet, who then left without a word?
It thought it had somehow offended the Prophet, worrying about future retribution, and quickly called out softly again, "Prophet, Your Highness?"
Suddenly, a response came, but unfortunately, it was not the Prophet's voice.
A voice in a language unfamiliar yet understandable by the Eternal King sounded.
"Stop calling; it is already destroyed."
What?
The Prophet has already been destroyed?
