*After his confrontation with Tiamat...*
The blue Mecha arrives in his lair, feeling something within him stirring. Whatever it is, it wasn't the effects of the Ebon Blade. He knows this because... he just knew.

"Wha... what is this... what is... calling me?" He mutter to himself. He supported himself by placing his metallic hands on a console, feeling there's... to much... going on within him. Suddenly, something in his processors, or whatever it is... spoke.

You are more.

"... Zhilbar?"

I am not Zhilbar. I am more, and so are you. We are the same.

"The same? What? Just who, or what are you!?!"

Don't you know? I am you. I am what is your "sentience".

"... At least, somehow, I'm glad it wasn't the midichlorians."

Indeed. You have a duty to fullfill. The upcoming battle you will face is nothing but a percussor that is to come.

"Duty? My duty is to..."

A dragon god? He is inferior. Look at how he is defeated by what he use to love. Look at how he cowardly runned from an adversary he could take on and die trying, but instead, he ranned. RANNED.

"Lord Zhilbar is NOT a coward, and he is NOT inferior."

Indeed, but he is inferior to us... to YOU.

"No"

Do not deny it. Let me show you what you are...

Several images flashes around Blue Frame, who is fathoming the surroundings. He sees something that shocks him beyond any reasoning... a blend of him... but different. As if he's... mutated. And the sword he's carrying... magnificent.

"... Who... who are yo... No. Who am I???"

You asked once in the Nexus what kind of weapon that could kill gods. Think.

"... No..."

Yes....

WE ARE RAGNAROK.

And we are NO ONE'S MACHINE, or PUPPET.

Outside the lair he is staying, which is a few miles from Zhilbar's temple, huge bright lights erupts out of the windows...