"Where should we go next?" Afentis asked.
"Yes, yes, it's time to think about where to go next." As Trazyn walked, he made his way into his Collection Chamber.
It held many things Trazyn had gathered from across the Galaxy, the treasures he prized above all others. He gazed at them wistfully, as though he were about to lose them.
"I don't know either. Perhaps we should seek out our Silent King and swear allegiance to him? Of course, we'd have to delete quite a few memories beforehand. Our crimes are rather serious, after all."
"Or throw in our lot with the Storm King? He places great importance on tradition and noble etiquette. Technicians like us, who usurped power, might get beheaded on the spot. Who knows?"
Afentis looked at Trazyn's collection, his eyes full of envy.
"So we need to decide what to do quickly. These are troubled times."
"Quite right, these are troubled times. So what should we do? What should we do..." Trazyn repeated Afentis's words and continued forward without answering, yet somehow it seemed he had answered everything.
The scene shifted to the Necrons.
The Adeptus Mechanicus fleets fighting the Necrons had also suddenly lost vast numbers of personnel, leaving many warships instantly unable to fight. In some of the worst-affected areas, everyone aboard entire fleets had been devoured, turning them into ghost fleets.
The sudden breakthrough initially delighted the Silent King, but as more and more similar reports arrived, he too sensed that something was wrong. After observing the Great Rift shuddering constantly and expanding once again, he immediately ordered every Dynasty's fleet to cease its attacks.
The Pariah Nexus project would have to be terminated.
A top-secret council convened under the Necrons' most advanced encryption. The Phaerons of the ten most powerful Dynasties all