"No, no, no! I don't like this anymore! I don't like this anymore! Waaahhh! I just want to find somewhere safe to record videos and drink... I don't want to go to the front lines anymore!!!"
Trazyn's wail abruptly caught in his throat. He realized that he had not appeared in the middle of some dangerous battlefield, but directly before the Silent King's throne.
"Hehehe... Isn't this terribly amusing?"
Orikan's voice reached him, and Trazyn suddenly realized that he was clutching Orikan's leg, howling in a disgraceful and pathetic manner.
Orikan's single eye gleamed brightly. Clearly, he had recorded every last bit of Trazyn's unsightly display.
The Phaerons standing on either side covered their mouths and chuckled as well. Such humiliation made Trazyn's core burn fiercely; even his cooling systems could no longer suppress his mounting sense of shame.
"Trazyn."
The Silent King's attendants conveyed the King's words. Trazyn immediately released Orikan's thigh, stood up on the spot, and straightened his clothes and appearance to better suit his status as a noble.
"Great Silent King, Trazyn the Infinite awaits your command."
"We shall set aside your offense for now. At present, we require your knowledge to help us..."
"Help with what?"
"Help us understand the deeper intent of the Subjective One, Lin Fan."
The Silent King unfolded the entire battlefield before Trazyn. Colors distinguishing friend from foe intertwined and blended together, a sight even worse than a palette drenched in paint in an art classroom.
Led by the Primarchs and The Emperor, the human forces were locked in a chaotic melee with the Waaagh entities and the Orks. According to the calculations of the Crypteks, humanity was certain to defeat the Waaagh entities.
That was because the Orks no longer possessed Gork's empowerment, and the physical capabilities of their entire