"Advanced Technology Commonwealth? That name sounded far more in line with the Imperial Truth than the Adeptus Mechanicus name you came up with back then, Apocalypse."
"He was better at naming things than you."
Just as Lox reached a consensus with the Imperium-loyal Mechanicus factions on Ganymede, the Sigillite in the Imperial Palace on distant Terra cheerfully watched the scene through a psychic broadcast.
He removed the Imperial official's robes he had always worn, revealing his hidden, emaciated frame. The Sigillite's skin sagged and his muscles had atrophied. Though this powerful Perpetual looked ancient, his physical condition was even less promising, as though he were truly in his final years.
Leaning on his staff, Malcador patted the steps beneath the Golden Throne and slowly sat down against them.
For a Perpetual, he was considered exceptionally young. Yet the end of the Dark Age of Technology and the Age of Strife had exhausted his heart and spirit, damaging the very essence of his life.
In the past, a young man named Kador had stepped forward in perilous times to save the world. Now, only the Sigillite named Malcador remained, standing within the Emperor's shadow.
Malcador had realized that he could not save humanity, so he spent countless years searching for the true savior. Only after meeting the Emperor, hidden among the masses, had he truly found that person.
Under the interference of the Golden Throne's power, their current location could be considered a gap between the material universe and the Warp, shielding them from the scrutiny and surveillance of both worlds.
The Lord of Humanity upon the Golden Throne had also witnessed the birth of the Advanced Technology Commonwealth.
A trace of almost imperceptible satisfaction surfaced on his utterly tranquil face, only to be scattered by the endless psychic storm.
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