With no large scale response, and the only reaction to the arrival of The Baron was screaming in fear, a slight tinge of disappointment bubbled deep in the core of the planetary Divine. Normal people would mount an armed response, and normalcy was what kept Wrath going. Fear and loathing are normal emotions, with a shove in one direction they become hatred and violence.

But no, only a few souls dared to look upon him with contempt. None moreso than one particular man who spoke distant words of dimensions. What did a mortal know of dimension? Obviously not much. How could he? It's not like their mind can comprehend higher dimensional knowledge. 

But suddenly, the unthinkable happened. No, literally unthinkable. As the bubble looped over the world The Baron stood upon and The Wanderer roared over, a line was cut. A line that had never been cut before. 

The connection was severed, and two vicious howls echoed across the world of Corban. One from the Wanderer who began crumbling instantly, its body required far too much energy to function properly. It thrashed and wailed as it lost its ability to fly, slamming to the ground with enough force to level a city. Wherever it landed was no more, a crater formed beneath its bulk as it squealed in agony. Like a million screeching swine it thrashed itself into oblivion in a grave that it had dug itself. Metal flakes of skin shunted off of a much bulkier skeletal structure until the goliath was no more.

But The Baron, yes it still stood atop the tower.

Glaring down at Corban from its advantageous position, its skin cracked slightly. Almost like leather that had dried out in the desert sun, its skin folded and wrinkled but did not burst so violently as The Wanderer. Instead, its visage filled with malicious intent. If you can imagine a being whose face is almost entirely mouth curling into a half-scowl half-sneer. Its teeth tore away from its lips as they parted, the skin flaked off, exposing the dark red gums and silver toned teeth to the air. Bloodless wounds formed all across its mouth, the weakest of his lips fell away with loud and heavy thumps.

Beyond the veil formed by Corban and his strange magics, the Divine wondered how a Baron functioned away from the body. It hadn't once happened before, and it had caught Wrath off guard. This was certainly an upstart, and while he could concievably re-open the doorway in a narrow window of time. Reconnect to his Baron and return to the normalcy of every day, he would instead wait and record what happened after a period of time.

It might help him to improve the functionality of his Shards. 

As we return our perspective to The Baron, it watched with an almost visible hatred oozing from its every orifice. It watched as energy flowed from the warrior below, and his body pulsed with agony. Pain was beyond a Shard, but to a Wayward Fragment, that seems not to be the case. Its body clenched and tensed as it loomed, like an empty stomach that demanded food or threatened death. 

In its pain, its rage, its agony, it gained a certain clarity. It saw a world wholly separate from its host, and it knew that it could force them to feed it. The Baron, no, Baron. Just Baron. 

Baron shifted its weight forward and let its right leg grip the side of the building. Its left leg slid down the wall and his whole body lurched towards the ground. Though its weight was colossal, it clung to the wall like a spider. It descended rapidly, decimating the structure of the building, fragments of concrete were launched from its feet as it flew down. It took a few moments before it reached the bottom with a crash and an explosion of debris, sending shards of glass and concrete in every direction. A cloud of dust rose around the giant's body, and it was visibly obscured for a moment. As the dust settled, a new cloud had formed around Baron's form. 

A black and red cloud that seemed to screech the same as twisted and scraping metal. It cloaked but didn't totally blind his image from the warrior, it danced across his body and chewed through the cloth that draped around his body, the cloud tore it away from his shoulder and it drooped down between its legs. Like a loincloth, it hung there as the only form of clothing on the great beast. 

More flesh had torn away from the goliath, and it had formed mirrored patterns across its shoulders and torso. Lighter red flesh beneath the blackish red exterior, resembling tribal tattoos of some sort. It spoke for the first time since its mind had formed on its own, remnants of Wrath were there but this was not Wrath. 

For the first time, Baron spoke its own will.

A voice as grating as gravel and deep as the ocean emanated from the mouth of the abominable titan, malice and contempt in every word. "You, boy. You've given me freedom, no matter how temporary. I thank you for this, and in return, I shall give you the greatest gift I may afford."

It lunged forward like an animal, its forelimbs extended forward and to the ground to catch itself as it moved into a second lunge, closing the distance between them at a considerable pace. Stopping just short of the warrior, it finished its vocal thought. "A quick death."