"Shitshitshitshit!!!"
Trazyn ran for his life, as magnificent explosions blossomed one after another behind it. True Necrontyr never looked back at explosions. Its back was scorched by superheated flames, and its living metal hissed as it flowed over the damage again, trying to slow its injuries.
"Orikan—Orikan—caw! Save me!!!"
The Necron overlord fled desperately. Above the planet, the star watching them collapsed amid the Stormlord's madness, and a massive shard of The Deceiver rose roaring from the heart of that rapidly collapsing sun.
But none of that was the most urgent matter.
Trazyn ran for its life while attempting a hyperspatial jump. Its body flickered in and out, yet it simply could not teleport away.
The spatial authority here had been locked!
"Orikan—Orikan, aaah—"
The next instant, its voice cut off. Trazyn's terrified expression froze on its face—
The Silent King's hound, the Phaeron, had caught up. Across the entire planet, where time had been sealed, the Deathmark troops stepped onto the ground behind Trazyn, their footsteps easily crushing the stones.
The leading Deathmark raised its weapon—
"Trazyn! Get over here!"
A gigantic projected figure suddenly appeared across the entire heavens, burning with fragments of the shattered star. The next moment, time reversed, and Trazyn felt itself violently flip upside down for an instant.
Clang!
It fell back onto the deck of its ship—but not in that body. A message entered Trazyn's mind: its old body had been scrapped. Orikan had only retrieved its data stream. Trazyn let out a loud sigh.
"Orikan, couldn't you have come any earlier?"
"I ought to twist your head off and give it to the Silent King to kick around like a ball—do you have any idea how chaotic space-time is in this star system right now? The Stormlord has gone mad! That lunatic!