A small, exquisite decahedron appeared in Vect's hand, hovering silently above his palm.
This was one of the best-preserved weapons, designed not to fight the Necrons, but the C'tan.
(In some dynasties, the devices imprisoning C'tan Shards malfunctioned. During the Great Sleep, the C'tan would sneak out. Their first act was to seek their other shards; their second was to kill "all ensouled beings.")
Asdrubael Vect, lord of Commorragh and supreme leader of the Drukhari, finally resolved to make a strategic withdrawal.
The little decahedron gradually rose. At first, Vect merely tossed it gently into the air with his coldly gleaming black glove. Its slow ascent conveyed solemnity and sanctity. As time passed, the azure light flowing across its surface completely enveloped its shell.
The decahedron seemed to have left this dimension. Its appearance within the Webway was merely a projection from other dimensions.
It moved freely through countless dimensions. In Vect's eyes, the decahedron flew straight upward, faster and faster, until it vanished into the ceiling.
Among those countless dimensional spaces, it automatically selected the nearest major energy source and flew toward it.
Vect laughed aloud. "Billions of dead souls, howl your hearts out! Let the presumptuous Imperium of Man hear your final cries!"
Like a streak of light, the decahedron soared against all the bombardment raining down on Commorragh, disappearing into the Black Sun that had hung above the Dark City for tens of thousands of years.
The Transport Craft carrying Evan slowly flew past the breach into the Warp. Drukhari were slaughtering bizarrely shaped Warp creatures, but their enemies were endless.
Evan's expression was grave. As The Despoiler... no, as the leader of the Crimson Tide, he naturally wanted to seize the Webway. That was the best outcome. The next best was wiping out the Drukhari,