A swarm of flying mechanical eyeballs, each truly the size of a normal human eye, floated inconspicuously in the air. They stopped at the farthest edge of vision and scanned the crowd here.
"These things... why do they seem familiar... Have I forgotten something?" Trazyn stroked his chin. Beside him, Orikan asked in astonishment, "You can forget things? Other than the Silent King, you are the Necrontyr who retained his memories most perfectly after biotransference that I have ever seen. If even you have lost memories, then we are truly finished."
"That's why I find it strange too... Maybe it's..." Only then did Trazyn remember something. He suddenly looked at Orikan, the terror in his eyes displayed with perfect precision. "Unless something deleted that data, and the one capable of doing that is..."
"Congratulations, Trazyn! You've figured out quite a lot already~ Now guess where you are?"
The Deceiver's voice echoed through the data of Trazyn and Orikan. Their cores were assembling the Deceiver's outline.
As a C'tan, the Deceiver possessed certain conceptual powers, though those powers were more abstract than those of his kin.
Among all the C'tan, the Deceiver was the most sinister and unpredictable. Yet when the Necrontyr had first encountered the C'tan long ago, they knew very little of the Deceiver's true nature.
His seamless transformations between mortal forms and rapid adaptation to the material universe had astonished the Necrontyr. They had once believed the Deceiver to be a messenger, a great envoy who helped them communicate with the C'tan.
The dynasties worshipped the C'tan. They were so lofty, so awe-inspiring. Among those powerful gods of reality, only the Deceiver's words could be understood. He passed the technology of biotransference to the Necrontyr and used conceptual suggestion to keep them from becoming wary.
He had stirred