"But before that, I also need to send the mighty Sneaky Boss a gift."
With that, Trazyn waved the Scepter in his hand, projecting a suit of armor.
In the distant days of the first War in Heaven, the Krork had been the Old Ones' most powerful followers, capable of fighting almost any of their enemies.
To allow them to stand before various demigods... and even gods, and fight them, the Old Ones had also forged armor specifically for them.
Trazyn believed Sneaky Boss would face similar beings in the future, so he needed to offer him a little help.
The projected armor began to shrink, compressing into a small sphere. A little hatch opened in the floor beside Trazyn's feet, and the sphere flew out of it to hover beside him.
After Trazyn studied it for a while, the sphere dropped back inside.
"It is one of my favorite pieces, after all. Giving it away does sting a little." Yet his words conveyed a sense that he had made his peace with it. Exchanging a precious collectible for something even more precious was worthwhile in the end.
Once his preparations were complete, Trazyn said to Afentis, "Time to leave, my friend."
"Yes, my friend. I hope our ultimate goals align."
"They do. Of course they do. Even in my long life, a friend and a friendship remain very precious."
West of Ultima Segmentum lay Segmentum Solar, and northeast of Segmentum Solar lay Segmentum Obscurus. Within Segmentum Obscurus, roughly ten thousand light-years from Segmentum Solar, was Armageddon, a famous sector that had seen many great wars.
It was a long way from Octarius. Ghazghkull Thraka had led the elite Orks he had brought from Octarius across the sea of stars to this place for one purpose alone: to conquer