He paused, staring at her, and then FOCUSED, tuning in to Fate's weave, and saw... death. He froze, and then slowly shook his head. "No, Fate is cleaning house, and her pawn can only stop the worst case. This is going to be ugly. Pull all your girls back NOW. Males are now under you and Inaris' command. If they stall, kill them. I have NO time. Get the children home, NOW."<br/><br/>He paused, and twisted energies, so the companions and Oversoul could hear him. "All companions, be advise, Ragnarok is starting, pull all your forces and followers back in to defensive positions NOW. This is NOT a drill, repeat, NOT A DRILL. Oversoul, I am authorizing full genocidal mobilization of all factories, armories, and AI centers. Get the troops mobilized. I want a hundred of the best of stalkers to each of the allies ten minutes ago, with their optimized equipment, priority ZERO, repeat, ZERO. Abandon all outer fortresses, and mass on the forge world and staging worlds. Lower factory standards from 99.95% to 95%. I am going to need units and need them FAST. Max out unit numbers, flash train and create AIs if you have to. Companions, coordinate with the Oversoul to determine where your hundred stalkers will deploy. All Death Sqauds, form up in the Atrium, I want ALL units there inside of five minutes, ready for Ragnarok protocols. This is NOT a drill, again, NOT A DRILL."<br/><br/>He glanced at the estimated damages, and tripled them, before sadly nodding, and continuing. "All aspects, report to armories for Genocide Gear, and two constructs will be deployed to protect families. All avatars, report to armory for genocide plus class gear, and standby with death squad in atrium. Armory, unlock the corpse reapers. All bombs are now on free fire mode. Target beyonder concentrations. Collateral damage acceptable. Inform Tiamat that Ragnarok is beginning. Inform Bahamat, Io, Hlal, Tamara, Sune, Rekeesha, Ellistraee's daughters, Moradin, Lloth, Dispater and all other allies that End Game has started. Supplied units are only reinforcements that End Game class allies get. Optimize and prep for final deployment. This is it boys, lets prove that constructs are just as heroic as any organic can be. Standby for last assault. My sons... It has been my honor. End of Line."<br/><br/>All across the planes, constructs turned and began forming up, moving as if guided by a single mind, heading for the nearest portals, preparing for what, to many, would be their last great battle, one to make The Lurker War look like a skirmish. Done with preparing his own house as much as he could for the coming storm, he turned his attention to his allies, sending a single recorder drone to each one, with the recordings of the fight, and a single thought.<em>Verdelet outflanked me. We will deal with her, guard your own house. It has been Our pleasure. Catch you on the flip side. End of line.</em><br/><br/>That done, he gave Ama a kiss on her forehead, and press something into her hand. "I wanted to give this to you at the wedding, but my intuition tells me that you will need this LONG before then. If the second worst happens, the constructs will look to you and Inari for command. Protect your own. Mine will deal with this the best way we know how. Stay safe, and know that, regardless of what happens, I love you, I always will, and I will ALWAYS seek a way back to you, if you will have me."<br/><br/>He gave her a small smile, a fey smile, similar to the one Ellistraee's daughter and successor had seen, but FAR, far stronger, like death had a hand on his shoulder already, and while he would fight with every ounce of power and strength he had, he wouldn't be too terribly upset at the ending, regardless. He vanished, the ring he had spent nearly half a century on, at least one hour a day, often more than four, in it, simple but powerful, enough to rival any ring found in The Cave. He reappeared in his private armory, and began carefully selecting armor upgrades and weapons, listening to reports as it all began, just a few pebbles at first, but with all the purpose of a budding avalanche. He would do what he could to blunt it, but if even half the gods survived, he was going to be honestly shocked.