“Please, Anything but the gnosis!" His voice sounded like an echo,a note of anguish,a hard tone as the puppet who believed himself to be a god, revelled in the threat of losing power, bled as the bindings like sinister threads, tore at the puppets back. Why did the heartless puppet feel so much pain,as if pain was through"I've lost it again. it hurts so bad. It feels like my skin is burning like ash," he whispers in thoughts, closing his eyes, falling out the height inside the huge robot