Gork and Nurgle had parts of their bodies erased by the Subjective One's power, and the Warp that carried their forms had also been damaged.
This scar ran through reality and unreality, transcending time and space. It was like a thick stack of paper violently pierced through by a steel nail, causing some of the laws flowing through the material universe to become fractured.
The Imperium of Man's current technological level was simply incapable of detecting flaws in the laws. The Aeldari, weakened for so long, did not even realize they possessed the ability to repair and utilize those laws.
In this Milky Way that had endured countless wars, only the Necrontyr, the old rulers, could perceive this problem.
The Silent King stood silently within his throne. The inertia-less engine that surpassed light speed stretched the surrounding scenery into an image made of lines, but to avoid slamming headfirst into a planet's surface, the engine occasionally had to be shut down to adjust the fleet's course.
This emergency force pulled from the Milky Way's outer defensive line had joined up with Inamars, Phaeron of the Executioner Dynasty, making the already massive fleet appear even more terrifying.
The numerous tomb ships were insignificant before the even larger void pyramids. Every Imperial region they passed through detected the swiftly passing Necrontyr fleet amid the shrieking of scanning devices.
Even the bravest and most fearless naval commanders despaired upon seeing these images and prayed to the Emperor for aid. The Space Marines, tempered by war and devoid of blood and tears, prepared themselves for the annihilation of their entire Chapters.
Imperial fleets gathered as best they could, standing weak yet brave before the Silent King. The Silent King did not order the pyramids to open fire and blast those crude, primitive vessels into