The AllSpark and the Treasure-Hoarding Dragon

"You need to calm down first, Trazyn." Lox had a headache too. He understood just how terrifyingly attractive the AllSpark was to the Necrons.

If the AllSpark appeared in the Warhammer universe, even if the major Necron dynasties were still dormant under the effects of their sleep protocols—

The Silent King would immediately force every Necron dynasty awake and seize it at any cost.

Even the Stormlord, who opposed the Silent King within the Necrons and even harbored ambitions of replacing him, would cast aside all conflicts and join forces with his old rival.

"Calm down? My friend, how the fuck am I supposed to calm down?! Tell me, what does calm mean?"

Trazyn shrieked. The piercing screech of living metal grinding against itself stabbed painfully into Lox's eardrums.

Even his logic matrix had begun to malfunction. The sudden surge of emotion and processing load had made his head start to heat up and smoke.

Trazyn came before Lox and spoke in a pleading manner he had never shown before.

"Lox, dearest friend of my people, I have never asked anything of you, but today, you must help me."

"I can even make you a promise in the name of the supreme Silent King: if you can bring the AllSpark back for my people, then you will forever be our friend."

"We can swear it in the name of the Necrontyr, even pledge all the wealth of the Nihilakh Dynasty in exchange."

The Nihilakh Dynasty Trazyn spoke of was his own dynasty, a colossal power that possessed over seventy percent of all Necron wealth.

Even in the vast galaxy, aside from the mysterious Black Library, there was no second place that could compare to the treasure vaults of the Nihilakh Dynasty.

"If you seek power, even standing shoulder to shoulder