Liu Zhipeng's consciousness had yet to recover from the aftershocks of the soul explosion when an irresistible force violently dragged it into a cold, deathly silent metal shell steeped in an ancient aura.
This was... a Necron.
"Zzz-"
With an ancient-sounding scrape of metal, the hibernation sarcophagus housing him slowly opened.
It revealed his brand-new body. This was a flawless creation wrought from living metal, its lines elegant and deadly, possessed of a cold, inorganic beauty. He could feel the terrifying power contained within this shell-enough to tear stars apart.
This was an [Overlord].
"Not bad, not bad. This start..."
Satisfied, Liu Zhipeng flexed his metal fingers, feeling the surging energy within him. Yet when his optical sensors fully activated and he saw his surroundings clearly, the ambition that had just ignited within him was instantly doused with cold water.
This... was not the cold world of a Dynasty he had imagined, filled with green energy conduits and countless dormant tombs.
Instead, he saw a hall filled with elegance and harmony. Towering white spires, seemingly carved from ivory, shimmered with a dreamlike luster. A faint fragrance lingered in the air, like a blend of nectar and starlight. Several slender, graceful beings, beautiful beyond anything mortal, held strangely shaped crystal rifles and watched him warily.
Aeldari.
Liu Zhipeng's logic circuits supplied the answer instantly. A Necron Overlord had slumbered in his own coffin for tens of millions of years, only to awaken and discover that his tomb had become an Aeldari garden palace?
What was this? Squatters taking over? Or... a property dispute?
The Aeldari guards were clearly stunned by this sudden turn of events as well. They had never imagined that an ancient nightmare of steel would crawl out of the "Temple of Slumber" they regarded as sacred.
"Intruder!" an