"Save... Save me..."

These were the words that always haunted Scaramouche's dreams. The voice sounded mechanical, and the image of this... Creature looked as if it was on the verge of life, because instead of an ordinary person, it was like a rotten corpse with a broken jaw.

"It hurts... Save me..."

The voice sounded pleading and there was pain in it. Scaramouche at first did not know why he should help some incomprehensible walking corpse, especially if outside the window humanity was on the verge of destruction due to lack of resources.

But the dreams did not stop haunting Scaramouche, and this creature continued to whisper requests to save him, and he also gave hints on how to get to him.

And what about Scaramouche? He could do nothing, except help this creature. Only it was a huge discovery for him that it was an angel locked in a mechanism that pumped out all the power from the angel and thus gave resources to humanity.

But Scaramouche felt a little sorry for this angel and decided to help him. He was just now trying to move quietly through the corridors of a huge building, where somewhere there was a dying angel.

Having reached the right room according to the memories from the dream, he opened the door and entered it, seeing a huge mechanism in which there was just that same terrible and already half-dead angel.