The Stormlord's long-planned surprise attack was precise and lethal.
When that torrent of destruction tore open the veil of reality and charged straight at the Silent King's core fleet, chaos spread through the Silent King's ranks like a plague.
Those overlords who had long harbored ulterior motives, or who had only temporarily submitted out of fear of the Silent King's authority, did not hesitate to turn their guns on the "allies" beside them the instant the Stormlord's banners appeared.
"The rotten rule must end!"
"Purge the traitors!"
The public channels were filled with shrieks of betrayal and cold declarations of logic.
One overlord flagship after another, which had originally guarded the Song of Oblivion, abruptly unleashed deadly green lances upon the Silent King's nearby loyalist vessels.
Caught completely off guard, the shields of countless overlord flagships loyal to the Silent King overloaded, their hulls tore apart, and they became enormous fireballs or twisted metal tombs in the void.
Seeing that things had gone wrong, several dynastic fleets attempting to remain neutral immediately changed course, pushed their engines to full power, and fled this whirlpool of death at all costs, jumping toward the edge of the system.
Inside the bridge of the Song of Oblivion, alarms shrieked piercingly.
The massive holographic star map was in complete disarray. They could no longer distinguish loyalist fleets from rebel ones.
"Large-scale boarding signals detected! Discovery... massive numbers of Flayed Ones!"
The words "Flayed Ones" were like an icy curse, sending what seemed like a trace of chill through even the core processors of the emotionless Necron lords on the bridge.
These twisted creations, driven mad and hungry for flesh, were the eternal stain and nightmare of the Necron Dynasties.
At that moment, a silent, ghostlike figure suddenly lunged from the shadows of the bridge!