(lets gooooooooo)
In a distant space, far from the observation of others, does he observe this world.
"Intriguing. However, this has gone long enough. The crack here is growing. I cannot let such a flaw impede my research."
He begins to entangle his own records into the annals of the world and, with it, the very world seems to invert itself, returning to its true form as a void. A starlit vista presents itself, tethered to the observation of the mechanical blacksmith.
"Preparations must be made."
The vista shatters, its parts falling into another newly formed slate, like puzzle pieces forcing themselves to stick together or annihilate themselves. The pieces grind each at other into a sandstorm, and from it, sifts a new world with its previous memories.
"The world will be reforged. And will become perfect once again. That flaw will not come again."
Like an hourglass, the world falls to the bottom, to the foundation of reality, and begins to build itself once again, back to the time were safety can be ensured.
The Desert Scourge has just been defeated. Yet... Some of those who were present may no longer exist or perhaps their memories altered, for the sake of reality.
The desert winds whip through the skies violently.
The rewind has been done.