The energy and brilliant light released by the chain of supernova explosions would spread outward at the speed of light. Tens of thousands of years later, the entire Galaxy would be able to witness the magnificent spectacle. Of course, for anyone unlucky enough to live on a planet within the explosions' lethal range, that dazzling beauty would also be deadly.
The Necrons themselves had no fear of this. They had already made protective preparations and were ready to pass through the path cleared by the supernova explosions.
The Storm King wore full military regalia, formal, magnificent, and striking. Every ornament, every accessory, and every screw on his body had been carefully chosen. He stood before all the Phaerons, gazing at the splendor of the cascading supernova explosions.
At such close range, even his visual systems were scorched by the energy carried in the light. Yet the Storm King kept his gaze fixed on it, not to admire the sight, but to express his profound respect for the nobles, led by the Silent King, who had sacrificed themselves.
Yes, the Celestial Orrery and everything connected to it, including all memories of it, had vanished. But the upper echelons of the Necron Dynasties understood that some among them had paid an immense price and made great sacrifices for their race's survival.
Although the Storm King did not understand how they had done it, he knew that the brilliant supernova explosions before him, spanning ten thousand light-years, were a masterpiece they had created at the cost of their lives.
"Honored Storm King, the Singularity Gate has been activated, and the Dynasty fleets have all assembled. They await your command," a Tomb Technician standing behind the Storm King said respectfully.
"I know... Let me look a little longer, and think a little more..." the