The powers of darkness shall not fade away so easily, dark knight.

Forte heard the voice in his head, a low monotone that held no emotion at all. Along with the voice came a small flow of energy. Where a voice or an energy source could come from in Wily's scrap heap, he had no idea. But no he had the energy do open his eyes, at least. He opened one eye, as the other had been destroyed, and looked around. Nothing but darkness and rusted machine parts. The last incarnation of that idiot Gutsman was nearby, as well as the dark figure of the space robot Wily had salvaged. Forte blinked. Was tha a glow from behind the space bot's visor?

You have the strength to regain power, if you accept our help.

It was. That creepy-ass machine was still active, somehow...

"...who the fuck are you?"

We are oblivion. We will consume this world. But we have been abandoned. This being was called Coin. His power is fading, here in this pit.

The violet glow from the robot's visor glowed brighter.

You have taken this power for yourself once before, dark knight...

"...what's with all the damn medieval garbage?"

Accept this power once again, and destroy your former master. He abandoned our power and our goals. He wishes to serve only himself now. Accept this power, and destroy his red terror. You master will not survive long without him. We are oblivion. We will consume all things.

The violet glow faded away, though a dim aura remained around the dead machine. Forte quickly realized that the power he had been granetd was fading waway once again. He had to decide. He knew what it was. the last time he used it, he lost control of himself. He loved the power, but it wasn't HIM destroying all who stood in his path it was... this thing. But Wily had betrayed him. Wily deserved it. This time would be different. This time, Forte would be the one to destroy his opponents. Forte would punish Wily for his mistakes, and Forte would destroy Light and all of his damned creations. Not some space robot's energy. He would stay in control. He would be the one to win. Forte reached for the old machine with his remaining arm, and the violet aura flowed onto him...

It must have been hours later. Forte awoke and stood. Auto-repair had rebuilt his frame from the spare parts, but it would take far longer to replace the synthetic flesh and his armor. The voice spoke, once again...

You are Blackguard. You will avenge us.

Forte closed his eyes for a moment of thought...

"I am Forte. You can fuck off."

Your opnion does not matter to us. You will see, Blackguard.