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Orikan stood in silence as the man began making motions with his hands. A series of hexes and figures that were attuned to the realms of special gravitation and time. He recognized those signs, so many of them were just like how he would commit them.
As the man committed himself to the ritual the limb that was lost began rising from the air. A subtle green light began closing at the edges of the limb as it neared his handless arm. The blood and material quickly furrowed itself onto the outstretched limb. The limb, with what Orikan realized was trouble, settled itself upon the rest of its body.
There were a few specks of blood still on the ground. He could see the man’s trouble in activating his limb. Such trouble was remedied by whatever machines were within his blood.
This human had casted upon himself a Rite of Reanimation. It was not the best attempt, far from whatever kinds of perfection those like who were practiced Crypteks were capable of. Still Orikan could not deny that a being who had been only practicing for a century had committed rites that had taken many thousands of years to realize!
“What are you!” Barked Orikan with both interest and fear. Could he be blamed for saying those words without culture or care. This <span class="mu-i">human</span> was obviously something other than the vermin which had ran about the galaxy for the last thirty thousand years.
“I am TalOS DAV1S, that is my name.” The Human said as he placed a hand upon what Orikan recognized to be some kind of idol, “There are a great many title I hold but there are two that you will care about. The first is that I am a Primarch, a creature engineered by the Emperor of Mankind to be the greatest specimen of man.”
So he was some sort of royalty among their kind. That explained a lot. Especially if whatever the man was hosting within his body was equivalent to what he was here. What that did not explain was why he knew so much about Necron arts!?
“As for my second Title, I am a Priest of the Machine God.” The man raised his hand into the air as if he was beckoning someone, “To you this name would mean nothing, for he has only assumed it recently in the grand scale of the Universe. You know him as Mag'ladroth, the Void Dragon.”
Orikan felt fear for the first time in an entire Epoch.
