When one Law Emperor left, the other Law Emperors also realized this meeting could not continue.
Each harboring their own thoughts, all the Law Emperors and overlords, too lazy even to maintain the pretense of concealing them, departed one after another. Some politely excused themselves, some simply walked out, and some still had to curse on their way out.
Only one dynasty was an exception: the Sautekh Dynasty.
Imotekh watched everyone leave with a cold gaze until only Szarekh, himself, and the other two Law Emperors of the Triarch Council remained in the council chamber.
Those two Law Emperors were not of one mind either.
Aside from Szarekh, the two remaining Law Emperors of the Triarch Council represented two major currents of thought within Necron society, though their positions were more moderate.
These two Law Emperors of the Triarch Council also took their leave from Szarekh in succession.
In the end, only Imotekh, Szarekh, and the Judiciar serving as their mouthpiece remained.
"They did not dare act like this before."
Hearing those words, Imotekh turned around.
Szarekh had spoken personally.
"Indeed." Imotekh nodded.
At that moment, these two figures who stood opposed at the sharpest point of Necron internal conflict could not help but feel, briefly, as though they were standing on the same side.
Imotekh wanted Szarekh's power, but he did not want a loose, collapsing Necron race.
"You never should have canceled the central control protocol," Imotekh said. "You trapped yourself in your own cocoon. Utterly foolish."
"It was indeed a foolish act." Szarekh leaned back against the Throne and nodded involuntarily. "But I did not want my people to be nothing more than cold puppets. As their king, I had obligations and responsibilities toward them. I already brought about the extinction of the Necrophages. I had to