Clarence took his time to marvel at the opportunity stretching infinitely before his eyes.  Long stalks of yellow grain swaying in waves across a windswept plain.  The afternoon soon casting amber light down upon the world; allowing his bulky black armor to stand in stark contrast with everything around him.  The soft, inviting colors of this world also stood in contrast with the dull rust-covered vehicles and the blackened rot of abandoned barns.  Yet despite this contrasted scenery all the thoughts in Clarence's mind ended with an angry wave of red flames spreading outwards.  Feeding his powers and, in turn, his powers expanding his knowledge of the laws of nature.  The death of this field, this State, and all the lives within it paving the path for his own ultimate ascension.  

Clarence understood why so many people call him insane in their final moments.  Having arrived in this place a few days ago by foot to explore Clarence had found an ideal place to perform his experiments.  This abandoned farm was noticed by no one, had access to tons of flammable material, and was in terms of food fully self-sufficient.  His roaming across the fields saw him meander from the western side of the road to the east.  He had spent the night within a silo that was handling the depravities of aging disgracefully.  Now, here below the afternoon sun on his second day as he came up to the eastern side of the roadway, he began to feel a certain unease.  Then came the sounds – the rapid fluttering of a bird's wings, the crunch of wheat stalks underfoot, the barking of a stray mutt.  Someone else dared to invade territory he intended to claim for himself one day.

Suspended safely within the chill air of his own cryogenic armor Clarence had little recourse but to return to the eastern side of the road.  He knew not who approached but in the end such details would prove trivial.  Clarence had searched for a long time to find a place in which to safely pursue greater understanding of his powers.  Those whom he was about to engage in battle were also merely research samples in his pursuit of his penultimate state of existence.  Taking both of his Chrono Staves in hand, held out to his sides, the ever-present embers flowing around his body in tune with the wind began to intensify.  Each breath would dim the flames – each exhale intensifying them.   In this way Clarence awaited his enemy on the battlefield.  One way or another; his future in this world would begin here.