As he'd done before, the Baabda Beast stood silent, saying nothing of the woman's guesses of his plan. The Brahma Bull's machete, Stark's Godsbane Armor... their use to him, their roles in his plan... they were not as the woman or anyone could imagine. His plan was his plan, and the world would see it come to fruition as man and his protectors burned at the World Eater's feet. Stark had fled from him recently, for the man to pursue him, to show himself, would be a change of pace, at least in Satar's mind. Turning round, Satar's cruel eyes gazed upon the barren landscape once more, a dried scar in a lush rainforest. Nothing remained of the temple grounds... he breathed behind his mask and the loud crack of thunder echoed above.