Having witnessed the Listener's misfortune, the gods appeared to stand there calmly and watch, but in truth, they were already communicating with one another in the manner of the C'tan.
This was undoubtedly the most terrifying punishment the C'tan could imagine.
First, they would be shattered beyond further shattering, then sealed within the Hypercube Maze.
No matter how formidable that Hypercube Maze was, the C'tan had never lived inside this new model of maze themselves, so they had no idea what conditions were like within it.
But throwing the Hypercube Maze into the Chronicler's dimension—that was truly terrifying even to gods.
Being imprisoned by the Necrons still left a hope of freedom. Perhaps one day they would be deployed onto a battlefield by the Necrons and cast out, allowing them to escape.
Or perhaps one day they would be freed by one of their own kind, just as every C'tan present had experienced before.
But if they were placed into another C'tan's dimension, then the probability of ever getting out would truly approach one hundred percent.
"How long will the Listener be imprisoned?" asked a C'tan that looked like a gigantic eye.
"Forever. Until the endless time after the Heat Death of the universe. So long as the Chronicler still exists, the Listener can never be released," Qin Mo replied evenly. "That is the punishment for devouring human souls and breaking the rules."
The C'tan had already begun discussing the matter in astonishment.
Ignoring their discussion, Qin Mo swept his gaze across them one by one. "I do not know whether Magradros told you what rules are, what rules there are, or whether you learned and understood them. But if you violate them, no matter when, you will meet the same fate."
"The rules of flesh-and-blood mortals are not suited