"What do you want? Tell me..." The previous Lord of Babel, the walking sun, spoke in a low tone. He was weak and his head was lowered, chains around his neck, arms, and feet. He was all alone in the cage as the ants crawled underneath him. He looked up, his eyes burning with determination. He took a deep breath and spoke, his voice growing stronger. "Speak... Speak to me... Have you come to beat me up again?"