Magic Universe, one of the worlds overtaken by Horde Prime…

If the machines of the Horde could think for themselves, they would no doubt be bored out of their minds. The troop of machines marched throughout the field that, merely hours ago, was the site of another with this world's inhabitants which, of course, was won by the Horde. The enemy had been pushed back yet again and, if the trend continued, this world would be conquered in a matter of days. Granted, the 'wizards', as some of the inhabitants referred to themselves as, were a bit harder to deal with, but not that much harder than a regular human.

But none of that mattered to the machines at the moment as they continued to march across the empty field. They had been ordered to find any potential survivors and bring them in alive so that they, too, could learn the glory of Horde Prime. So far, however, nothing had shown up and, if nothing came up, it was possible that they would have to return empty-

"Please…"

The robots' audio receptors picked up this faint call as they turned to see a man limping along the field towards them, his head down and unseen by their visual perceptors. A survivor had been found. They would be brought before Horde Prime.

"...please…"

The man's wails fell on deaf, earless machines as they approached him, prepared to blast him with a stun round that would prevent him from trying to escape.

"...please...please…"

The machines started charging up their weapons as the man finally looked up, the machines noting that his eyes seemed to be completely black.

"HELP MEEEEEEEEEEE!"

The man yelled, louder than the roar of a tornado as his body convulsed and foam began to spew from his mouth. It seemed the organism was having a seizure. No matter; the stun would put a stop to that.

In the exact moment before the robots fired, the world...changed.

If the robots could scream, they would have done so as they, and the very area around them, seemed to fold in on itself, reality breaking down as their armor crumpled and their energy cores cracked and turned into powder. In that moment, they ceased to exist…

...at least in their limited, robotic minds. In truth, the robots, overwhelmed by the change in data, entered a shut down mode, falling over as the man they were targeting whimpered as he regained his motor functions.

"Please...someone...help me…" the man cried as he stumbled off, praying to whatever god could hear him to put him out of his misery.