Upon hearing Trazyn's audacious proposal, the Burning One's radiance flickered violently several times, as though expressing some emotion—perhaps surprise, perhaps mockery.
[Cooperation? Insignificant Necron, do you know what kind of being you are inviting?
I am a C'tan, the embodiment of the universe's fundamental forces. Even as a mere shard, I remain far beyond the comprehension of metal husks like you, who survive by stealing technology.]
[The cooperation you speak of is likely another attempt to enslave my power for your own use, isn't it?]
[I have long seen through your vile race. We granted you eternal life and immortal bodies, yet after obtaining them, you showed no gratitude and betrayed us after the War in Heaven.]
[Yes, we took your souls, but everything has a price. You gained immortal bodies, so naturally, you had to give something in return.]
The Burning One's reply struck directly at the Necrons' sore spot, tearing into them without leaving them even a shred of dignity.
The Crowned General had no intention of arguing back. Alarms were blaring madly within him, and he even wanted to override Trazyn's authority and directly order the fleet to attack this damned C'tan shard.
Facing a Necron fleet supported by a World Engine, Claudius believed that, if they were willing to accept some losses, they could certainly imprison this Burning One shard within a tesseract labyrinth.
Furthermore, protected by resurrection protocols, even if their living metal bodies were destroyed in battle, they could be revived through data transference.
Yet after much consideration, Claudius restrained himself for the time being.
What Trazyn had said to him earlier had left a deep impression on the Crowned General. He had also realized that perhaps he did not truly understand the Emperor of Law's and Trazyn's intentions.
But his patience had limits.