"You failed in your delusional attempt to challenge the great Szarekh.
That was the inevitable result."
The Phaerakh of Radiance, Hapsatra, mocked Ron without restraint, trying to crush this Lord of Hope and the ruling dignity of the rebels.
The Silent King and the other beings had been watching this encirclement of the Lord of Hope the entire time. The moment they saw him fall into the trap, they sent their mockery.
As they saw it, the Lord of Hope had no chance of escape. The disparity in military strength had completely erased any possibility of victory through command.
"Rebels, in view of the fact that you are nobles as well, the great Szarekh has decided to spare you once."
The Phaerakh of Shadows, Mephistot, conveyed the latest decree in the Silent King's name.
Any Necrontyr Dynasty under the Lord of Hope, so long as they renewed their allegiance to the Silent King, would receive one chance at pardon and avoid destruction.
Yet what surprised the Silent King and the others was that, faced with layer upon layer of encirclement, not a single phaerakh or noble responded to this clemency. They still chose to follow the Lord of Hope.
"These people underestimated the power of faith, and the Necrontyr's yearning for emotion and souls."
Ron was not particularly surprised by this. Those Necrontyr who had experienced emotion and believed in the New God were almost incapable of betraying him.
Strictly speaking, they did not dare betray the New God Pluto, lest they lose his favor and the hope of restoring their lives.
This was the power of faith and longing. It could make them persist, even in the face of death.
As for newly joined dynastic forces like Charnovokh, the reason they did not dare make a sound was that