Trazyn happily transferred his primary consciousness data back to his main body in the museum, only to suddenly realize that something felt slightly wrong.
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Trazyn the Infinite possessed countless bodies across the galaxy, most of them manipulated by lower-intelligence code to scavenge treasures from across the stars—while waiting for Trazyn to have a sudden whim to switch bodies and play around someday.
This was why he was called the Infinite; Trazyn was boundless.
For instance, one of the dozen physical forms he stationed near Terra was a considerate imitation of a Tech-priest model. After all, for the Imperium, seeing a Tech-priest sneaking around picking up odds and ends nearby was a perfectly normal occurrence.
And now, inside his Solemnace Museum, the powerful Trazyn, radiating with light, stood up. His metallic cloak made him look much more majestic, and at the same time, the jewelry Trazyn had scavenged from above Terra had also arrived. Those dazzling, cobalt-blue large gems were worn around his neck and on his wrists, making him look like a damn Necrontyr upstart.
Quantum-like flashes lit up above his head as the last piece of treasure requested by Guilliman arrived at its destination. The green light in the Necron's dual orbs curved upward into a smile, and a small, gold-and-red crown appeared on his head, resting at a slanted angle.
Finally, Trazyn discovered precisely what was making him feel wrong.
"... Orikan?"
He called out tentatively, his voice echoing heavily down the long corridors. There was no reply.
This was not normal! No matter when Trazyn returned, Orikan would charge up first, just like a smart Sanctified Metal Scarab raised by Trazyn—the only difference being that Orikan would taunt and belittle Trazyn.
"Orikan?! Are you dead?!!"
Trazyn shouted again. He reached out to adjust the gold-and-red crown