Frankie's trap had created a massive crater within Elohim's crater, nearly two hundred feet deep at its bottom.  DPDS agents circled the site, combing through it for wreckage and artifacts.  Several hours passed, and Frankie rebuilt his body from scratch.  The hulking form awakened beneath the earth, and began to slowly dig its way to the surface, tearing through the dirt of the world until finally a massive undead hand poked through, followed by a massive explosion of dirt as the leviathan of the DPDS awoke from his grave.<br/><br/>"I live."  Frankie announced, brushing himself off and exiting the bottom of the crater.  "Again."  He corrected, remembering the many times he had done this.  He waved to the DPDS soldiers as he casually walked out of the crater, making his way quickly to the Skyrangers so he could just return to the Citadel and relax.  London was still standing, that meant that the threat was over for now.  The rest of the situation was a job for officers.  Frankie began to contemplate his future, now that the entire Brood of the Abyss wanted to kill him.  He was still going to live forever, of course, but he might just need to bankrupt the Smithsonian to do so.