Out in the rolling hill country, a giant figure rose out of a still-smoking crater in the earth. Nearly thirty feet tall, it was encased in a black suit of armor that glowed redly from the heat of its journey between worlds. The figure held a massive longsword openly in its gloved right hand. For a time, it stood like stone, gazing into the sky. Then it turned to face north and began a long, but relentlessly steady journey toward the city of Austin. As it walked, its form shimmered and slowly disappeared from view.