"Asuryan! Great Phoenix King! Father of the Gods and progenitor of all things!"
All was empty. Within the Warp, the Warlord saw only frenzied chaos; the towering Pantheon had vanished without a trace.
"The gods are dead. Only people like us remain." In his despair, the Warlord understood this. Looking upon the Aeldari battlefield in the universe, he felt boundless sorrow.
Though he did not know why these Aeldari ships had such vastly different styles, he believed it was the fault of those outlying Necrontyr dynasties.
His subordinates saluted their lord, then sank into the Dream Tree once more, allowing their bodies to merge with it and become resplendent humanoid statues.
The psychic energy buried within the Infinity Circuit of the war ark was drawn forth, while the souls of their ancestors solidified into armor and weapons. The Warlord became a node of the ark's power.
In the distant War in Heaven, they had been the sole inheritors of psychic power. With every gesture, they extinguished stars and reshaped planets according to their will. Though the gods of the Pantheon no longer stood behind him, the Warlord would still make the Necrontyr reassess the deterrent power of the Aeldari Empire with a resolve to perish together.
Surging lightning destroyed Rotaros and dragged out the other Deathmark forces that had slipped into another dimension. In the name of the Pantheon, the Warlord vented his endless fury. With a snap of his fingers, a blazing star formed inside Rotaros's body. The next instant, Rotaros was teleported beside the Emperor, and the star within him detonated completely under the tearing force of psychic power.
On the chaotic battlefield, everyone believed they were the one in control of the bigger picture.
The Deceiver's illusory laughter swept across the battlefield. Valgull gloated from the side