Unknown dangers and wonders. They always went hand in hand.
The Dead Wheel was quiet.
Not truly dead, no, death had long abandoned this place. But something heavier filled the air.
An execution had just taken place.
Velmior Thal-Veyr, Grand Conductor of the Whenfolds, was gone.
What remained was simple.
| Paradoxical Primarch Loot Cache: Constructed. |
| Acquired: Undefined Existential Dimensional Lattices (x12) | | True Source Sigil: Interval |
But there was something else.
| Warning: Memory Extraction Failed. |
| Cause: Temporal Record Shrouded beyond Localized Chronology. |
…!
Even in defeat, the Chronosect's Sentinels had held onto something. Their final dignity. Their final spite.
Their memories were inaccessible.
Not shattered, hidden.
Locked behind weavings of time spun too far from the immediate threads we fought in.
Perhaps woven into the true powerhouses of the Chronosect, sealed from others like me.
I smiled faintly.
Not disappointed.
Merely… interested.
