Warlocks of old were indeed scholars.. We were the minds behind the last city.. But I am no warlock of old. I am an Exo. Exo... What my purpose was, I do not know, I do not know why I was chosen for my resurrection either... I am an Exo, of wire and steel. Cold. Robotic. Sentient. I am an Exo, rebirthed with little more than cloth to cover my spinmetal clad body... Am an Exo, and I have no remembrance of my past; yet here I am fighting for the future. I am an Exo, and I am precise. I am efficient. I am superior. Born again an Exo, my past self is irrelevant. However, my past self seemed to have been blessed with the light... I can see it. I am he who walks through the void... analyzing... Learning... Many machines adapt, I simply evolve. My every fiber courses with the Cold and brutal force of the Void, and the hot, tempered flames of old... I have manipulated this light, to continually rebirth myself. I have no need for books, for scholars, for brutes... I. Am. Exo. As an Exo, I house the power of light... And with this light, I shall honor the power and might of the ancient Warlocks. I have analyzed their prowress, and I have adapted it to my own... And now I am faced with a new enemy. The darkness. I. Am. Exo... And Exos... Do not lose.