To give the entire race another chance to endure.
That had been Szarekh's lifelong wish.
And that faint wish was also what had sustained him for tens of millions of years.
The Song of Oblivion, the starship carrying the Silent King, traveled through the cosmos.
For all this time, he had been exiling himself.
He had placed all the blame upon himself, believing that it was he who had robbed the Necrontyr of their future.
Thus, he had constantly tried every possible method to secure a future for the Necrontyr.
Fortunately.
Just when he believed the Necrontyr no longer had a future, he finally found a brand-new future for them.
Within the galaxy, they had found a way to obtain souls—a method that might solve the Necrons' soul problem.
And because of this, countless Phaerons and overlords of the high dynasties had called for his return, hoping that he could personally witness this miracle.
This was the last hope they believed to be closest to true hope.
If even this could not restore their souls and rekindle their lives, then they might truly descend into final panic and destruction.
The calls of the Phaerons and overlords had another purpose as well: if they failed, they wanted him to control the final situation and prevent the Necrontyr dynasties from truly destroying themselves in one last frenzy.
Some Phaerons were utterly certain that they would achieve final victory.
Other Phaerons and overlords worried that the experiment might fail.
Both sides had their concerns, and such concerns were only natural. Even Szarekh would share those same worries. The Necrontyr—no, the Necrons—could no longer bear such a burden.
Still, his return was a good thing for all the Necron dynasties.
He was the leader of the Necrontyr, a witness to their dynasties, and their