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Orikan’s tower was devoid of all air, being that was upon a moon, but the still flesh and blood being that he was allowed to land was not bothered by that. From on of his Canoptek Scarabs he could see the massive figure that was adorned in blackened steel robes with a clean red stripe going down the middle of it.
The man was not alone. While visually he looked to be singular Orikan could see that the man was also the source of the automaton who he detected. It was a powerful one too, something whose thought patterns far exceeded the standard Canoptek constructs that the Necrons had used.
Where did such a thing come from? Something with such powerful mental calculations that it registered upon the matrixes and hexes of Orikan as something to worry about. He also thought the same of the living one, his soul being so strong that it was nullifying all the residual warp energies that were dancing around him.
He was also bending the stellar energies passively. The beings soul was quite literally eating the galactic forces in the same manner as the C’Tan had once done so before they gorged themselves upon the Necrontyr.
It was a fact that both frightened and intrigued Orikan. Fear that somehow a creature was approaching the likes of the C’Tan, and yet he could not help but study it. What were the chances that this creature was on the unknown path to becoming a being of pure energy? He was material, completely so. In addition to that he was feasting upon the same thing that those energy beings they had shattered enjoyed passively.
He needed to know more and for that he allowed them to safely travel through his tower of isolation. Orikan also needed to greet these newcomers in the manner a Necron Lord should greet their lessers.
His Astral self had completely returned to his body, Orikan realized. He was once again a single person and for this he realized so much knowledge he learned was lost. He would be set back a decade at least before he could initiate his raid upon Trazyn’s collection for the Mysterios.
With a wave of his hand Orikan allowed the doors that were once sealing his chamber to open widely. There stood the singular creature, the being that Orikan understood to be a human.
Yet, as he basked by the soul of such a being, he was only slightly starting to realize what was walking into his chambers.
