Trazyn stopped bothering with the Warp's messes. Soulless machines like them were the best weapons against Warp fiends.
Just as Orikan the Astromancer had said, the galaxy held no danger for them. The only remaining threats were a possible dynastic civil war after awakening, or Subjective One Lin Fan's potential awakening—when he finally chose nihilism.
Like Bai Huan, realizing in the void that this was her dream, then completely letting herself go.
Still, Bai Huan had become much more normal afterward. A life of collecting and adventure had indeed made that mad girl more graceful and intellectual.
Trazyn told the technicians to work properly, then returned to his bedroom. He personally recorded Lin Fan's story, the laser engraver in his hand etching upon an indestructible metal plate. The hieroglyphs used by the Necrontyr dynasties carried rich meaning and also made excellent ciphers.
At the very least, humans with primitive brains truly could not understand them. Trazyn's casual doodles left on Earth had been studied by a regional civilization called Egypt.
But they had only learned the superficial basics, utterly failing to grasp this profound method of written expression.
"Oh, are you hungry?"
A smooth tentacle stretched out from a jar and affectionately pressed itself against Trazyn's—Kaos the Great Sage's—back engine.
Trazyn stroked the tentacle with his hand, then stood and looked into the opened jar. Within was an expanded space, far larger than the jar itself.
After considering it, Trazyn decided to feed it the fruit Lin Fan had produced. It was clear that this little darling born from an ocean world loved these nutrient-rich foods.
"Who's come this time?" Trazyn had only fed it halfway when he felt time within his space being stretched infinitely.
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