"{Fast Forward}."
A chaotic explosion of guts and ichor followed. What used to be a powerful Specter of immense power was now little more than dust and blood splatter. I couldn't help but stop and rest for a moment.
Maybe it was the fatigue or the malice, but my pity and compassion for Africa's heroes began to overwhelm me. I often said people were bastards, but when one saw the opposite, it made one feel emotional.
"Exa, are there any more coming?"
[No, my lord. All the Artificial Arisen have been destroyed.]
"Do you know the name of the dragonfly?"
[Yes. His name was Baraka N'Thangu. A Congolese who lived in the 1400s. He was an African hero known as the Monarch Dragonfly. His name means "He who carries divine favor through time."]
"How apt. I am sure the rest of them have stories of similar weight and greatness."
