When foreboding metal smiles carve effortlessly through age-old fluid boundaries thought to be perilous, not with skill, but with propulsion; then, may you fear.
When trudging domes cough false ethereal pillars of ground earth in the face of gods, not with defiance, but with amorality; then, may you fear.
When floating swords use sacred shores as grindstones, not with philosophical intent, but simply to find a footing; then, may you fear.
When heavy crawlers tear goodness from the earth they trample, not to sow new seeds of life, but simply to reach a destination; then, may you fear.
When a less blessed man stands before you adorned in synthetic strength, to maim you, to end you, all in the name of taking your world; then, may you fear.
Or might you return the favour in kind?