In Kane's direct gaze, the enormous head began to slowly move, merging into the space before it.
Within the sealed space, a massive mechanical face appeared at the top, and the head slowly descended.
The true head of the God of All Machines nearly matched the size of the sealed space, occupying almost two-thirds of it upon entry.
It was tens of times larger than the body that had once been sealed within the space.
If his body embodied a wild, wasteland style, then his head was clearly future technology style.
The distinction between strength and weakness was clear at a glance.
After all, he had been free from the sealed space for thousands of years, and even elevated himself to the pinnacle of colorful glory with just his head.
No one knew what knowledge the God of All Machines held in his wanderings across the Star Realm; merely thinking about it made Kane's mouth water.
All his plotting for so long had been for this head.
