Crown hit the ground, sliding along the dirt for a few metres before stopping.
The smell of burnt electrics pervades his nostrils.
He could feel oil under his fingertips.
He breathed in the chemicals, and coughed.
Looking around, Aleister would recognise the landscape, although there was a lot more craters now than there was before.
The grasslands also seemed to be a lot more on fire than before he was punched.
A torrent of crude oil fell from the ceiling, polluting the river that was a bit too close to sparking electricals.
"You made it. I knew you would."
The speaker was one the machine god, sat cross legged near where Crown landed. Apart from him, there was no other in the entire floor.
"I'm sorry for your loss." The machine said. "Your allies fought valiantly, but in the end, they were overcome. The world as you know it ended last week."