A warning flashed out from Shrapnel's ring. 
Shrapnel's steely voice hissed out through the void. [i]"BLOODY RED LANTERN. SHOW YOURSELF, FIEND, OR FACE THE WRATH OF PURE FEAR."[/i] A burst of yellow light flooded the area around shrapnel, as he whirled, trying to locate anything, even a speck of red in the distance. As he turned, his humanoid form was slowly diminishing, becoming more of a flurry of steel than man. More metal began adding to the whirlwind, each a construct of yellow energy. It took a moment for the energy to dissipate, and the humanoid figure to resurface, but Shrapnel gained control.
[i]"ANSWER ME TRUTHFULLY, MEWLING QUIM. WAS THIS THE WORK OF YOUR KIND?"[/i] He was still unable to locate the voice, so was still perpetually spinning, each shard of his body individually quivering. He knew that whatever answer he got. If it was the Red Lanterns work, then Shrapnel wouldn't be alive much longer. If it wasn't the Red Lanterns, and Shrapnel's suspicions were confirmed, then no one would be alive much longer.