The wind howled, carrying with it a voice that was neither loud nor soft, yet it drowned out everything else.
"I knew you'd come to me."
Miles knew that voice. A deep, resonant timbre, although it sounded slightly different in that distant past – mechanical, yet layered with something ancient, something that hummed with the weight of forged steel and crackling electricity.
The god of war and technology.
The Master of Luna Sea.
Realization struck him like a hammer, sending a pulse through his very soul as the Hatter turned, the endless tea party stretching behind him, the White Rabbit frozen in silent terror.
Before them, standing upon the warped space that just opened between Wonderland and somewhere else, was a figure shrouded in metallic shadows. Gears whirred within its form, its plated limbs etched with cryptic symbols that pulsed with a glow too alien for Wonderland.
The god of War, Technology, and Progress.
