Chapter 45: Polaron’s Rage
Golden limbs drifted through space, forever moving away from the planet. Oil spilled from Golden God's many wounds. His body was covered in dents and cuts, and sparks flowed over the robot's metal flesh.
Max Lightning stood on an orb of air he had created, and even in space, his powers allowed him to create and control enough wind to breathe. His arms were folded as he stared the villain down.
Victorian floated forward slowly. She was still flawless and untouched, her golden barrier keeping her safe from all damage. Her sword followed after her flying through the air. The golden blade was coated in so much oil she had to wonder just how much Golden God had left in him. "Why are you doing this?" The woman asked.
"Would you believe that we are trying to save the world?" Golden God's voice was still bland and flat despite all the damage he took. He didn't seem bothered by his wounds.
The golden woman snorted at the golden robot's remark. "You? Save the world?"
"Well, maybe that isn't the right way to put it." The machine admitted. "Fifteen years ago, you bore witness to my master's loss. Do you believe he died?" The machine cocked his head to the side, and his question made the number one hero tense up. "It is a thing widely debated amongst heroes, villains, and even civilians. My master's body was never found."
"That's because Full Monarch turned him into ash and scattered his remains through space." Max Lightning said bluntly.
"That's right." The Victorian seemed to calm down. "The Emperor is dead, and he isn't coming back."
"Maybe." Golden God admitted. "You could be right. Not even I know for sure if the master survived or not. But... If there is even a single chance that he is alive and that he is out there, I will do everything in my power to set the stage for his return. And I'll start by removing the thing that can threaten him. Down below in Oleander, a monster awaits. One that, if left unchecked, could even leave its fangs in your flesh, Ruby."
The Victorian frowned for a moment. "You should go ahead and give up." Her lips formed into a sly smile. "Boy Genius and Old Dog will be arriving soon. You've already lost, so why don't we stop this silly fighting?"
"For once, it would seem that you are right." Golden God had only a single arm left attached to his body. "I doubt the target is down there anymore. And Intake has lost. I have no reason to remain." He raised his remaining hand up.