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Ornation was something that was quickly becoming unbelievable as they neared what TalOS realized was a giant gate. The architecture was no longer made by some sane man but one who was likely lucid enough to create something beyond themselves. TalOS also considered that his own Creator made it himself.
They did not make their way directly to the gates, instead they made their way towards one of the many paintings that were still strung across the room. These works of art were massive pieces that were only made reasonable by the size of the room itself.
They stood before one of these pieces, and what TalOS was being presented was a city on the verge of ruin.
Thousands of men were rushing through the streets and a bridge as others wearing stark white clothing were being sent over the edge of a balcony into the waters below. TalOS looked to see a statue who was decapitated from what was previously a victorious pose to move forward. All of those present were human, but TalOS could not help but compare many of the humans in the picture to the Orks that he massacred in the millions.
What TalOS saw was the Fall of a Civilization.
“This picture, done during the era of Rebirth, shows the fall of the Roma Empire.” Malcador said as he waved a hand before it, “It was their Legacy that those Thousands of Years later wished to emulate. Just like yourself and your Federation wish to Emulate the original Federation.”
“So are you wishing to say that man grows in cycles?” TalOS finally asked as he quickly rationized the thought process of Malcador within his mind, “And that we are simply the latest of that cycle?”
“Both are correct. I will admit that we are likely the Era you should call the Rebirth, for the scale we are reborn into the Imperium. From all I have seen though that will not be the age. It will be known as the Era of the Great Crusade.” Malcador announced as he looked upon the picture solemnly, “Know that what I am about to show you is meant to stop this, an attempt to break the cycle of decay. It is humanity’s attempt to win the Great Game.”
With those words Malcador walked towards the large gates that were at the center of the room. TalOS could feel, for this moment, the crawling power of the psychic radiance that was within the chamber even before the doors opened.
It seemed that it was so powerful that the Blackstone was not defending him completely. Luckily, there were no screams as whatever they were walking towards blotted them out with its own sheer power.
