"Alert! Massive spatial distortions detected! Number... incalculable! Bearing... dead ahead!"
Almost simultaneously, a vast expanse of void was torn open on the enormous holographic star map in the Throne Room.
This was no conventional Warp jump, but a far more forceful, more primal unfolding of dimensions. Space was brutally wrenched apart as though by a pair of invisible giant hands, revealing a suffocating sight beyond.
An equally enormous Necron fleet, yet one utterly different in style, appeared out of nowhere directly ahead of the Szarekh Dynasty's fleet, completely blocking its course.
At its head was a flagship of extravagant opulence and imposing might. It was even larger than the Song of Oblivion, its hull shaped like a streamlined trident, its prow-mounted weapon arrays exaggerated to an almost pathological degree, as though they sought to concentrate the firepower of the entire galaxy at a single point.
Every detail of this vessel proclaimed its master's arrogance, ambition, and absolute dominion to the universe.
The Sautekh Dynasty's new flagship-the Absolute Dominion.
Trailing off the Absolute Dominion's rear flank was another, slightly smaller fleet. Every warship bore the Sautekh insignia.
"Oh ho ho..." Trazyn the Infinite gave a delighted electronic chuckle, his metal jaw opening and closing slightly with excitement. "What a magnificent spectacle. A lost monarch and the overlord of a new age, meeting as fate ordained. This is absolutely a moment for the history books. I must find a good angle and properly 'record' it."
The bridge of the Absolute Dominion was far more "lively" than Szarekh's Throne Room. Countless luminous energy screens flitted through the air, displaying real-time data on both fleets. The Sautekh Dynasty's crypteks calmly worked their controls.
The Stormlord, Imotekh.
He wore an energy cloak woven from liquid metal that mimicked a stellar storm, and held the Storm