Hum~
In the darkness, a faint wisp of ghostly green energy rose and fell like breath, flowing slowly along the walls of the Obsidian tomb.
Runes lit one by one, green light seeping from cracks in the walls to illuminate row after row of Stasis Crypts standing in silence.
They were not coffins, but silent cages forged from Living Metal.
The Necrontyr, those former rulers of the Galaxy, those soul-stripped, thirsting existences, slept within.
More arcs of electricity erupted, and the ornate Stasis Crypt at the very center gave off a sizzling hum.
The runes on the surface of the Stasis Crypt lit up, more energy poured in, and it let out a sharp crack.
A loathsome Living Metal body four or five meters tall, covered in the dust of ten million years, was trembling.
Dust sifted down.
The consciousness of an ancient existence was being awakened, returning once more to the territory he had once ruled.
Bzzzt!
Two ghostly green flames flickered faintly to life in the Living Metal eye sockets, so full of majesty, and carrying a trace of lofty superiority.
Trazyn's consciousness had awakened.
He was the Overlord of this tomb, and also The Decapitator in the mouths of his subjects, famed for his tyrannical rule.
Whether his Living Metal subjects or other species, none dared refuse his will.
Trazyn realized he was inside a Stasis Crypt. His metal skeleton was draped in ornate armor, a cloak hung behind him, one arm gripped a Solar Staff, and his other two arms held Phase Axes.
The slaughter and fury contained within him gradually revived. Only conquest could ease it all.
"Ah, I have returned to this beautiful Galaxy. I, The Decapitator's legion, shall be released to purge those lowly lives."
So Trazyn thought.
Ghostly green flames burned fiercely