The Seer coughed painfully under the Phaeron's pressure. Lin Fan walked to the Phaeron's side and told him to stop for now and explain what had just happened.
"They activated one of the seven seals! These fools have no idea how terrifying what they have done is! You have dishonored your ancestors!"
"What?" The Seer froze for a moment. Then, a crystal on her arm kept reflecting light as it swayed. When Phaeron Inamars saw that crystal, a terrible chill grew within his core.
Ghostly whispers echoed through the pyramid's interior. In the next moment, cracks spread across the crystal. The Phaeron moved with exceptional speed, his scythe separating and forming from living metal before landing in his grasp.
The Phaeron struck the ground with his scythe, activating a rune on his lavish metal body.
"Translocation!"
This technological rune shoved everyone else away. Only Lin Fan and the Alaitoc Seer remained unmoving where they stood.
The Necrontyr issued orders to their forces with incredible convenience and speed. Their shared communications across the data network had no delay whatsoever. Crypteks and Chronomancers coordinated with the Phaeron's movements, making his actions even swifter and smoother.
A second technological rune activated rapidly. The Phaeron aimed his hand at the Alaitoc Seer, prepared to erase her completely from this world.
"Greetings, Phaeron Inamars. I hope you enjoy my little gift..." Only the Phaeron could perceive that whisper through the ghosts' message. He hurled his scythe backhandedly. Its spinning blade severed the Crypteks and Chronomancers, deleting both their data from the protocol at the same time.
Yet the contamination had already taken hold. The Phaeron watched helplessly as the curse of the Flayed Ones spread from their bodies and expanded in a single direction.
And the source of that virus was the cracked crystal on