Divine Spectators

Mechanical golems swarmed the courtyard, the creak of rusted hinges heralded their arrival. Behemoth steps crushed the undead, adding the shatter of bone to the macabre chorus of zombie moans. Steel fists speared through bricks and mortar, reducing whole sections of the castle to rubble. Revivified corpses attacked wave after wave, but fell pitifully against tempered iron. When the sun dipped beyond the horizon, the final zombie had already fallen. The victorious, mechanical beasts scorched the fallen with projectile fire, ridding the land of their virulent plague. The gods watched on, regarding the scene with a mild interest. "As I predicted." A youthful deity spoke, her countenance as radiant as her voice. "The machines have won, this world is now rightfully theirs."