The Godskin Apostle stood quietly behind the windmill; staring to the sky. He was pondering a time long gone, a time when he had a purpose. Yet, now, he was left to rot. The towering Apostle reached for the sky, but haulted as the sound of footsteps reached his ears. He grabbed his Godskin Peeler and approached the sound; revealing himself from behind the windmill. The breeze ruffled his cloak of skin and his eyes, hidden from the world, scanned the area for his target.