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TalOS could count roughly a hundred Priests walking through the chambers monitoring everything from the ambient static flow to the amount of psychic energy which flowed through the chamber like a wind. Such monitoring was done with the skill and proficiency of a perfect accuracy as they were blessed by the machines designed by a Primarch’s own hands.
Arranged around the chamber were several Psykers and Nulls taking up positions. The Psykers looked to be experiencing a sort of relief as they felt the weight of the planet’s dangerous nullification aura weaken from the psi candles. At their head was Ahriman who wore a cloak that signified him as a Thousand Son, being of red and gold.
The others were the nulls which were fronted by TalOS’s only son to also become a null. Sargent Nitchze looked at the happenings with an inquisitive eye before giving out numerous commands to the nulls who will be assisting in their function.
In the center TalOS stood without a single piece of cloth to defend his modesty. Around him numerous Priests were fashioning him with oils and sacraments in an attempt to bless his body for the coming trial. Near the end of this ritual four Priests took the chains and bound them upon the wrists and ankles of their liege.
For the first time in decades TalOS was defenseless and only one of his sons was nearby. Such a risk TalOS knew was necessary but it still irked his mind as it happened. The only good thing was that the Warp was quite as not even the damned Gods of the Warp could influence these moments.
The chains were tightened and he was lifted from the ground. Looking down upon the numerous men and women who shall be helping him TalOS knew for a fact it would succeed. The question was could he manage it?
TalOS was soon placed in a horizontal position against the rest of those present. Such a way was used to more than easily access the soul of TalOS in some arcane way that only the Machine God could understand.
When looked at from above though a realization that TalOS was aware of was made. He was arranged in one of the many Glyphs that the Machine God had granted him.
+Are you prepared, Fabricator General TalOS?+ The Fabricator Lord asked as he rested his hand up on a large switch that controlled the power over this facility.
TalOS sucked air into his lungs so that he would be filled with plenty of oxygen for the process, “Begin the Ritual!”
The Fabricator Lord gave a small prayer to the Machine God, then pulled the lever.
