Mm... How long had it been...? A month? A week? A day? Or even less?
Trazyn, whose data stream had returned, estimated how much time and energy this interstellar transfer had cost him. His electronic eyes had already calculated the answer, but for the sake of retaining some semblance of life, he ignored their feedback.
He took a void clock from his pocket dimension and examined its readings.
Very good. Orikan had clearly understood his urgency. Even the sorcery used to manipulate time had been reflected upon him, displaying the relativity of time in full.
"875 years? You damned bastard... What do you gain by wasting my time...?"
Then he glanced at another reading. 875 seconds. Judging by the Aeldari before him, who had yet to finish reading the contract, the time Trazyn had truly experienced should have been the latter. Orikan must have learned of the Warp issue and compressed the stretched-out time again, all without Trazyn noticing.
What had he been thinking about back then? His collection and museum, the past adventures he had shared with the Subjective One, Bai Huan...
Tch... He was losing chunks of memory again. That damned safeguard mechanism for simulated biological memories...
Perhaps that was why he needed to build so many museums. To leave something behind for his memories, so that he would not become an old shadow stripped of identity and purpose for survival.
The Necrontyr had once slaughtered the true gods. Once those gods vanished, all that remained for them was a shattered universe, dynastic structures buried beneath dust, and eternal emptiness tormented by endless lifespans.
Perhaps becoming senile, like those kin who had slept themselves senseless, was a kind of happiness?
Trazyn was startled by his own sudden thought. He abruptly recalled those kin who had fallen into meaningless