Beneath sky of gleaming sapphire, Mikos gazes upon ruined world, his eyes like molten zircon glittering with sorrow unspoken and tears unshed. Mikos was alone, the last of his once immense race, and an abomination at that. Iridescent, a single tear from molten eye descends, a languid coil forged of anguish and hewn of sorrow. The Ghrets, would know true fear, he vowed. His race would be avenged.