He cleared his throat and continued, "Now we face a common enemy. An unprecedented devourer that feeds on the C'tan. According to my tracking, he should be hiding in some corner right now, 'digesting' his spoils. This is our only chance to catch him and stop him before he finishes 'digesting' them."
"So, Your Majesties, what do we do next?"
Szarekh slowly rose from his throne. He looked at neither Imotekh nor Trazyn. His gaze seemed to pierce the endless void, fixed unwaveringly on the direction in which the golden entity had last disappeared.
"Pursue."
He said only that single word.
Yet the killing intent within it was enough to freeze a star.
Imotekh also stepped down from his throne. He glanced at his vast, magnificent fleet, then at Szarekh's royal fleet, with its classical beauty and perfect order, before finally turning his gaze to Trazyn.
"Lead the way."
He, too, offered only a few words.
But the pride, resentment, and temporary compromise they contained were enough to move anyone who knew him.
And so, faced with a shared, ultimate threat capable of destroying everything, the three most powerful Necron kings in the Milky Way Galaxy forged an alliance that was exceedingly fragile, riddled with suspicion and distrust, yet unbreakable-the Three Kings Alliance.
Under the guidance of Trazyn the Infinite, the two vast fleets, previously enemies, slowly began to converge and reorganize.
Before long, an unprecedented combined force had formed, jointly commanded by the three foremost rulers of the Necron race.
More than five thousand capital ships gathered into a torrent of steel that would drive any civilization to despair. Blotting out the sky, they swept inexorably toward that unremarkable barren planet on the edge of the Pariah Nexus.
The edge of the Naphil Sector, the Unnamed Barren Planet
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