“What good is suit of metal Autoviathan armor against the scorching heat of the sun?” Rasputin’s voice echoed from the cathedral’s walls.

Tesla’s Autoviathan lay in two heaps, melted across the middle into glowing slag. The megacapacitor grew dark and ceased functioning. Inside the suspension chamber, Nicola mouthed words that were unheard without the aid of his ruined suit’s amplifier.

Lincoln leaped into the air, screaming like a fury. His Gauntlet’s of the Electromancer crashed down simultaneously upon Rasputin’s grinning face. The ceiling of the cathedral exploded inward at the strike of a lightning bolt. The bolt arced through Lincoln’s gloves and into Rasputin’s body. The bolt fragmented, each split striking the statues of the Crimson Dawn Lords. The cathedral floor fissured beneath Rasputin’s feet exposing the glowing red sun of the planet’s core.

Rasputin’s blackened corpse, the shattered statues, the Staff of Ra, and the crumbling cathedral began to fall into the crevice. Rasputin was finished.