Immortality!
Without a doubt, it was a word possessed of magic.
Merely hearing that promise made his body tremble uncontrollably.
Driven by his ambition, he would lead his people beyond the boundary between life and death!
They would be freed from death's curse!
It would allow them to embark upon their ultimate revenge!
They would take the stars as their vessels and sail into that deep, dark void!
Now, they were bathed in the radiance of those incarnations of ancient stars!
About to partake in a sacred rite of bestowal with those beings.
"Great C'tan! I, Silent King Sazarek, am willing—"
Just as he was about to lead all his people in kneeling and prostrating themselves before the shadow of the void, a faint, indistinct noise abruptly brought him to a halt.
No...
Why did this scene feel so eerily familiar?
And why did it fill him with such an intense sense of wrongness?
Silent King?
Sazarek?
Is that me?
"Sazarek, what are you still hesitating for?
"Have you forgotten the curse of flesh and blood?
"Have you forgotten your grand ambitions?
"Have you forgotten the hatred born of humiliation?
"Come, a little closer. I shall grant you all—
"Ultimate eternity—
"and—
"Endless power."
Urged on by those words, which seemed steeped in temptation, he once again stepped uncontrollably toward the pitch-black void.
"Come, come closer... closer...
"Accept it, Sazarek. This is the fate of the Necrons."
But after he had taken only two steps, ripples seemed to spread through the depths of his mind. Countless hazy images, like drowning men on the verge of suffocation struggling to break the surface yet unable to do so no matter what, surged forth one after another.
It left him terribly anxious and uneasy.
Why was this happening?
Yet upon hearing those words,