"Humans?"
A very familiar silhouette.
He remembered.
It seemed a group like this had entered the dynasty tomb they had left behind.
"..."
They looked much like these people. They had dug up quite a few things. He wondered whether they had drawn the attention of the Phaeron. They had reported the attack they encountered to the Triarch. If the Triarch had received it, they should have sent someone.
Yes. Sent someone.
Oukekaosi raised his head. His cold, emotionless mechanical body sat atop the dynasty tomb, gazing at the empty dynasty and the utterly silent spatial corridor formed by the Ethereal phase.
Dong?
In the darkness he hoped to see, someone walked toward him.
Then told him—
Their Necron dynasty had found a way to regain their souls.
They no longer needed to fear the C'tan's curse.
And they no longer needed to remain asleep.
This universe would return to the Necron dynasties.
But there was nothing in the corridor before him.
No figures, nor the scene he had imagined.
Bzzzt.
The image before his eyes flickered a few times.
Only then did Oukekaosi's consciousness return.
The memory of his interminable wait... that long wait had made his age unimaginably ancient.
Though his physical body was eternal, and his data was eternal.
The accumulated fragments of countless years and the compression of endless memories would always make him lose his original consciousness, thoughts, and emotions. They made him colder still, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, just like his current frigid body.
He had to work hard to recall everything he once was.
"The Silent King? He came here?"
Oukekaosi felt as though he had lost part of his memories.
Everything before him felt familiar, as if someone had stood before him and spoken with him.
They had said something.
Yet