"Saving my life just now counted as helping me. Now I'm using my second request—you have to help me find the energy core needed to activate this relic."
"All right. I'll keep an eye out for it."
Lin Fan acknowledged him, then asked about Trazyn's situation here—why so many Flayed Ones had suddenly appeared.
Trazyn was also curious about that. Though this minor dynasty's actions were tantamount to rebellion, no dynasty wanted to take in a source of contamination like the Flayed Ones.
While some dynasties did summon Flayed Ones as mercenaries, they would not come into close contact with them. Even after a battle, they would clear away any Flayed Ones still wandering the battlefield in search of fresh flesh.
Trazyn opened this dynasty's palace, and the group walked through halls that had been built sixty million years ago.
Compared to Solemnace, which Trazyn kept clean and orderly with constant maintenance from scarabs and human servants, this place was scarcely any different from ruins.
If an Adeptus Mechanicus expedition had come here, they too would have sighed and lamented that someone had beaten them to it.
The largest hall was empty, save for a conspicuous throne cast from Blackstone. In the darker corners farther away lay several damaged Necrons.
Around the throne were piled silk as brittle as paper, dull and lusterless coins, and portraits whose subjects could no longer be made out.
This junk had been piled around the throne without any particular order. Seated upon it was a Necrontyr overlord—the noble who had spoken with Trazyn earlier.
The overlord showed no emotion toward the intruders. He merely sat calmly upon the throne, watching Trazyn approach it.
Only when Trazyn swept aside the clutter around the throne with his staff did the faintest flicker pass through his ghostly