Well, there's ti enough for love. But right now, there's vengeance to be had first.
I flick the Atmospheric Incendiary torpedo into the Webway, and monitor it as the C'tan pilots it to its final destination. Much easier to do than last ti, because I have grown a bit more and I have this Enslaver staff to lean on.
Ti in the Webway doesn't pass normally, or perhaps at all. It is a very strange environnt as kiloter wide tunnels twist and circle around for no reason. Well, perhaps they bend around gravity wells like stars and blackholes, which makes so sense.
Or perhaps it's simply an aesthetic choice from the Aeldari Gods who built it.
Hordes of alien creatures battle inside, Eldar and Drukhari among them, but hundreds of different species too. The Webway seems to be a final refuge for many species thought extinct, and for many others interested in trade or warfare and plunder.
Zarhulash coasts above an entire Maiden World, and keeps going. Dark suns illuminate the paths inside the tunnels, half-way outside reality completely.
I think I heard of such a Dark Sun making appearances in the Calixis Sector, driving people mad for weeks then vanishing again. Humans call it the . Very hard to find, and completely forbidden in the Imperium. Forge World Stragos experinted with them, and found they grant eternal life and restoration of the body. Perhaps an intact device can be found on Sinophia Magna, and then reverse engineered, for Necrons and humans too. However, exposure over a few hours is...unhealthy." I add to reduce his obvious enthusiasm.
"Most intriguing. I'd assu the origin is the Halo Stars that you researched a few years ago?" the Necron asks in a knowing voice.
Well, it seems he has eidetic mory, which I also have due to my implants.
"I am a well of knowledge, aren't I? So...my Crimson God?" I demand pleasantly.
The Pharos doesn't reach on the other side of the galaxy, but why expose my weakness?
With a pained sigh, Trazyn the Infinite places the crystal and the mory node on his green coffin which serves as a work desk.
A tiny swirl of space from the Pharos and the artifacts appear in my blackstone lined glove. Unlimited power, achieved!
A quick glance at the Necron Tomb of Drazak finds it deeply embroiled in a desperate battle. Tyranid organisms have already landed on the surface and began devouring anything moving. Must have been hungry, the poor creatures.
In the system, there are a dozen Necron Battleships and a hundred smaller vessels firing continuously at an unending stream of bioships and smaller flyers.
They are still holding, but this last tendril from Hive Fleet Kraken is absorbing other smaller fleets like a river receives tributaries.
Soon enough, it will be over. I strain myself and flick a Nova mine among the Necron escorts to hasten their demise.
Perhaps two dozen of the Necron frigates are caught in the blast area, and the Tyranids exploit the weakness grabbing the crippled ships and eating them with gigantic mandibles.
I am too tired to send more right now, plus I only have one Nova mine left. But there's no rush, I have all the ti in the world.
Checking on Trazyn again, I find him holding the Dawn Blade in front of him, in a curious stance. Almost like he tried to divine a purpose for this weapon.
Then he lets it go, and the chronophagic blade disappears in mid-air, and lands in my right hand.
Another relic obtained! Sooner or later I will fight soone in lee, and extra years will be useful. Plus there are always traitors and cultists or even Orks. I have a billion Orks in my left glove, and a life-draining sword in my right.
The future is dark, but I will probably see it now.
I point at the imprisoned C'tan. "This Crimson God, was he a friend of yours?"
"Never! We battled for eons, beyond the stars. We shouldn't have co to this horrible place." he says in a sad voice.
I know buddy. This is a grim dark future, and there is only war.
"Keep silent about . If the Inquisitor asks, say it must be so kind of automatic defense, interacting with the Tyranid Silence. Chronal turbulence or sothing." I add as I step on the teleporter.
The Sounding Board folds back in the good tesseract, and so does my bone staff. I'll need to ask the Forge Master to craft another slot for the next crystal. Soon, I will have an Infinity Gauntlet holding my tesseracts, like in those comics.
I can only hope it will be enough.
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