A Warlock stood amidst an abandoned city on Mars, his helmet and armour protecting him from the wind that sent streaks of red sand flying through the air. Even abandoned and crumbling, the city still stood, temporarily embarrassed but unbowed and unbroken. “We were once gods.” The Warlock whispered as he stared at the still towering skyline. Humanity had reached out to the stars, and found within its reach seven other planets, all of them dead. Humanity had not let those planets stay dead. The Warlock looked around the city, a city still not yet cowed despite the blasting sand and howling wind. Humanity had taken a barren, rocky world and built on it, facing the challenges head on, and carved out a city that still inspired awe with its strength and resiliency, its stubbornness in the face of the elements still an embodiment of what humanity was. The Warlock grinned. Humanity, at its core, was a race of stubborn and tenacious creatures. They never planned on giving up, never planned on defeat. Something once had tried to humble Humanity, tried to stop them, tried to end them. The ruins were a reminder of that. That Humanity had once been brought to its knees. The Warlock clenched his fist and willed the power that he had studied, the power that he had learned, to flow into his hands, and he felt a surge of energy gather into a brightly shining sphere, thrumming with power. They might have once brought Humanity to its knees, but now they were beginning to stand again. The grandeur still evident in the buildings around him and the energy humming in his hand made the message clear. They had been gods before, and they would be gods again.