I flicked another finger and telekinetically brought pastries of many shapes, textures, and flavors to my mouth before getting by the fangs contained within as I hummed in contentment.
I didn't even need to eat to sustain myself, but why stop myself from this simple pleasure of life? More so when I have likely the best cooks within the Milky Way at my beck and call.
My situation was terrible, horrifying to the highest degree, I had been ripped away from my life, turned into a living weapon, and enslaved to fight but that won't stop me from enjoying life at every opportunity.
I wasn't going to make myself miserable on purpose, why destroy my mental health further? What would be the point of fighting for my freedom if I can't appreciate it after? Though I suppose this was only possible 'thanks' to my nature, the mere thought of being in any kind of way depressive or mentally deficient was irking my instincts to the highest level.
'The donuts glazed with this sugary crystal with the chocolate-like fillings are the best.', I dutifully noted while displeasure straining my monstrous feature at the realization there wasn't more of this type, the rest of the pastries followed soon after in my gullet.
To fix this crisis I emitted a pulse of psychic energy from one of my hands and made a perfect physical copy of the ring-shaped heart attack of pure goodness and hundreds more by transmuting the molecules in the air into what I desired. I even heated them or cooled them up or down to have the perfect temperature and consistency.
They were the same from one atom to another but for me, they tasted inferior but it was not the material aspect of things. It tied to something that would have been very silly to me in the past.
It was the emotions put into making them, literally.
Every pastry had been unconsciously lashed with a psychic signature of the passion and love of the artisans that baked them and this to replicate to near perfection would be several orders of magnitude harder.
And even then, I wouldn't be fooled, each living creature had its unique presence, and mimicking would only do that, someone sharp enough would notice it nevertheless me of all people. However, I still did it, it was a good exercise and a way to improve upon my craft. Practice makes perfect, talent was wasted without it.
My sweet tooth aside, this 'psionic flavor enhancer' was something all soul-bearing creatures did, gifted in the arcane or not, they all left psychic traces behind no matter how weak it might be.
The only constant two exceptions I was sure of were;
Cegorach, the Laughing God, but it was within his domains of authority and we weren't on the same level of power. Oh, he was strong, very much so but in raw power the difference between us was incomparable.
And the bearers of the 'Pariah genes' or under another name the ones cursed-blessed with a 'psychically negative soul' but they still left something behind, the total lack of psychic energy. But it didn't make it hard to notice, the opposite to the point even individuals with no psychic potential would sense it in instants AND from far away. But it depended on strength and circumstance so the last points weren't a universal truth, it was a generality.
Ignoring these exceptions, these psychic remnants varied vastly depending on the circumstances and actions but also most importantly of all the intentions and intensity of the emotions and they could be felt, studied, and beyond. It would be possible to know the past of someone just from a fraction of their psychic trail, and it could go far. Postcognition was a fascinating branch with many terrifying uses.
And I was not one of the exceptions, creatures of truly immense psychic power like me left this same trail but it was of incomparable potency and this was without taking into consideration the active psychic aura I passively emitted but actively damped to not drive insane or kill the ones of the Young Races by my mere presence.
To put it simply, I was not discrete, I could hide from weaker lifeforms but that wouldn't be foolproof by basic virtue of probability, nevertheless hiding from others even slightly in the range of my psychic might as long as they weren't truly blind to the world around them. Or stupid, or overly arrogant which was the same…
Becoming truly invisible was nigh impossible. In addition, Asuryan, the best lap dog, had his gaze on me most of the time, be it from jealousy, fear, the lizard bitch order, or the three combined if not more. It didn't change that I was monitored and not only by him, I was a target of interest from many even if aside from psychic entities it was hard to keep track of me.
But… There was a major but, maybe I and others can feel the presence of one another no matter where and when, a general awareness of short yet our senses weren't perfect, it depended on who of course but none were Omniscient no matter how hard some would cry in outrage about this statement.
They weren't as simple as that, none knew everything, if someone did then this someone would be playing in a league far above mine and everyone else here. These terms had meaning even if morta-fuck, less knowledgeable individuals would confuse the true meaning of such terms.
My presence will always be traceable but what I did… This was different as long as it was not massive or showy, change and action could be hidden, masked, or even
a diversion could be used as a scapegoat to switch the focus. The three mixes were the best option and way to go.
I ate one last donut as I snapped my taloned fingers, texts of many subjects related to the Sea of Souls in all of its forms were banished to where they belonged, some warped away by psychic power or flying through my rings depending on where they originated from. Regular teleportation was fast, very much so but it lacked distance and delicateness.
The Labyrinth Dimension was such a pivotal point for this same reason, mobility, and safety while moving in it. More or less. There was a reason my ability to create portals at will virtually anywhere at any distance was such a focal point of my power letting me do things no other could do no matter their capacity.
Like other Aeldari Gods, even if I didn't truly enter the neat little box for them, I had similar innate 'Authority' over 'Domain' or 'Concept' on what I was designed to be strong at and focused on such as; 'Travel', 'Magic' and 'Darkness', as vague as they were, the most direct being the first and even then. For example 'Travel' meant many things, thinking I only could make portals to go from point A to point B would be inaccurate, it was the journey as well and more.
As such even if those three domains at first seemed vastly unrelated… It wasn't the case at all, it was the opposite and in fact, represented me and my situation far too well for my liking on how I got here, what happened, and my future.
The lizard bitch was very talented that I must admit. And the beginning of worship toward my person was likely something she had a play in even if it only accelerated the inevitable, it went very smoothly for a reason. I had been 'prophesied' to be the new God that will bring victory.
The Aeldari were calling me the God of Travel, Magic, and Darkness, or under another title, Hoopa the Archdjinni of the Rings, those were the two main ones repeated the most.
I abhorred the former due to how arrogant it sounded and the latter was of my own doing with a little push here and there. Worship itself was a strange subject, one that was fascinating and felt like a slow refreshing trickle and I instinctively understood that with enough people for a sufficient time, it would make me stronger.
But that would be a shaky source of power entirely dependent on many variables like numbers of worshipers, and I will need to be careful even if my anomalous nature and how I was built gave me natural resistance to all that was psychic, worship could and would change me. I had to guide this journey in the ways I deemed appropriate but also not fully rely on it.
The most intense of my 'worshipers' were the ones that were lucky to survive the battle between the Nightbringer, Khaine, and me which I guess makes sense… I fought Death with their God of War, then saved the latter and killed the former. It's hard to do a more impactful entrance, but it still didn't truly hit what I had done. Or I was made too stoic.
Other 'devouts' were ones that I had saved and was currently saving by my actions on various battlefields since being comfy here didn't stop me from intervening in various accord the cosmos, from lending personalized spells such as one that healed nearly all wounds by feeling intense sensations or emotions of any kind, regular teleportation via portals of friends and foes, or basic violence by pummeling the Necron force, mainly the destruction of those pillars that nullified all that was psychic. A technology I presumed was one of the main reasons I was made.
They weren't exclusively Aeldari either, the second largest were the Krork but it was for different reasons and mostly by their bigger number and ability to multiply themselves quite literally like mushrooms.
The reasons were as follows; I was strong both in mind and body, my main physical attacks were big nasty punches, I was strong, I brought them to the best fight, I was strong, and most important of all I sported massive and sharp tusks, that was grossly what that two biggest of them, a pair of infighting twin, that told me before challenging me to a three-way duel and losing the second after by a slap to the back of their heads.
They were an interesting bunch… They weren't dumb, quite the exact opposite they just were obsessed by violence and a desire to find the best fight possible and I could grant both at will. Frankly, I truly hoped the Old Ones had countermeasures that didn't include omnicide when the war would end or there would be a big problem for the other Young Races.
The bipedal dog-like people I had mutated trying to save them after having destroyed their civilization were also worshiping me, I suppose it was for the best even though my mistake was far too grave for it to be brushed off like that. I paid great attention to them and was ready to help them if it became critical, they deserve this much.
-I will dive into the abyss of the Sea of Souls.-, I telepathically informed my godly 'brethren', finishing all the pastries I flew through one of my golden loops not waiting for any affirmative answer or response from them but still acknowledging the response that came even if it was dissatisfaction for some.
What I said was an affirmation if some weren't happy then so be it. I don't break any rules as long as I wasn't caught and it wasn't the first time I would be going in that place but compared to usual it wasn't only to test spells, runes, and the likes.
The Enclave had planet-sized rooms for this but they were fragile for me and a bit too open for my liking, of course, it was only a part of the reason. I had set this habit for today to not appear suspicious.
It was a day I had been preparing for since collecting this small Necron sarcophagus-shaped device. It's just that I needed knowledge and experience so nobody will know, at least nobody that had an interest in fucking up my plans by knowing it in advance, one word of it to the lizard bitch and I will be forbidden from continuing on this path.
Her orders meant little if they weren't precise and left too much uncertainty, that's why I could try to do what I was going to do even if 'I should not betray the respectable one to which I am loyal'.
Flowery language could stroke the ego of the speaker and listener but that was it, the Devil was in the details and not giving concrete orders was a critical mistake on her part. One funnily enough a human would have very likely not done, for all her greatness she was… Naive and lacking in common sense and in bonus had enough arrogance to fill oceans and a hint of despair to spice things up.
Either way, I wasn't the only one with plans, by use of logic that is, Morei-Hag, the Crone, and Aeldari Goddess of Fate, must have been aware of what was going on but I couldn't do anything about it in my current situation. And she seemed to work for her own best interests.
That she hadn't gone to 'Mother' made me suppose what I was planning didn't disturb her all that much, or it was something else, you can't know for certain with people that can divine the future. I didn't need experience with that to deduce this, it's self-explanatory.
Reappearing on the other side, all my senses were immediately assaulted by rolling, chaotic, and destructive waves of raw psychic energy that made this level of the Sea of Souls, a level that was encroaching on all others polluting them, spreading itself without stopping. The only solace was that some parts would be far worse than others. At this point, it wouldn't be the Sea of Souls but a twisted, and warped abomination, the Warp would be an appropriate term.
'Every time I come here… To think this place from the record once was peaceful… It's hard to believe it is anything but nonsense. How much did they fucked it up to end this way? And it's only going to worsen like a cancerous tumor, a cancerous tumor upon reality.', my musing on the change of Sea of Souls caused by the war was violently interrupted by one of its denizens, and it wasn't a pretty one either, to say the least.
It was a large multicolored misshapen scolopendra with three heads composed of sinew and maggots while its legs were composed of purple tongs covered in eyes that periodically opened into mouths filled with sharp teeth, the muscular bulbous tongs inside wiggling out them following the same pattern as the legs with every tong following the same pattern.
"Do you truly desire to do this Quasarthul? If not, then go somewhere else, this place is vast and you are free to explore it.", I said with a part of its true name I could read straight from its essence with but a glance, the result immediate as the crawling horror fled as fast as its malformed body of emotions and concept let it do.
"I'm a merciful man, and in a good mood, do not soil it by your presence. I will give you ten seconds before true death is granted.", I said my words calming the psychic torrent around and causing millions to flee far before the countdown reached zero. Once it did from my chest an omnidirectional pulse of darkness exploded, granting what I promised to all that were foolish enough to stay.
Once this was done runes handcrafted by my psychic energy and dark blood began to write themselves forming a pentagram at my feet then they spread and by my will carved multilayered wards to limit what could get in and out to what I desired.
It was a shield, one that used both my paradoxical sides. It would hide my actions but it wouldn't hide my psychic presence, for that, I needed to cut off my connection to the Sea of Souls and purge all psychic energy and that would alert everyone and it would be… Very, very unpleasant.
After several more of such wards, I deemed it safe enough to continue, then a portal leading to my sanctuary, the Vault, a hidden pocket dimension cut off from everything with the only method of entry being through my rings. It was something I had made to store things of interest, from shiny objects to weapons of mass destruction. I couldn't trash the Moon and Earth forever and putting my stuff in the open wasn't the smartest thing too.
It was pretty stupid and reckless that I did it to begin with but at the time I didn't have the luxury to be pesky in where things needed to be placed. And that is one of such things from this day that I was taking out.
"Let's see what you have to tell me.", I said with a smile showing a fanged maw as I grabbed the sarcophagus-shaped device of Necrodermis with the Sautekh Dynasty heraldry etched and glowing green on its surface.
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Hello, so no he didn't forget what he took. It's nigh impossible for him to even do so unless it was truly an unimportant detail like how many grains of sand were there on a random beach on a random planet. Also his places within the Pantheon, there are evident parallels with Chaos Gods. More so with him. Though evidently, he is quite a lot different.
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"Let's see what you have to tell me.", said pensively the Archdjinni of the Rings, carefully holding the Necron device within clawed fingers as if it was the most fragile and precious of jewelry.
And in many ways it was comparable, what he was doing was a bargain for what amounted to his entire future if it proved fruitful. If it wasn't then so be it, he wouldn't have wasted anything as preparing for this day gave him plenty of practice and knowledge about himself and the world he was in.
The foundation of his plans for his vengeance and subsequent liberation from the tyrannical claws of the Old Ones were not based on this, but there was no reason to not try, at worst it was practice. Hoopa acknowledged the desperate need to have some form of 'trusty useful ally' no matter who or what this individual might be.
He wasn't picky and gaining an ally in the form of a Necron was not outside of the box, he would have even gone with a C'tan and for all he knew this might be this.
He didn't hold any real enmity toward the soulless automatons after all even if what he does daily to them would like to prove the exact opposite, but he didn't have a choice and it was this or he let billions die in addition to the vast majority of Necron were mindless puppets and eliminating the ones with minds was not straightforward.
His view on the Nercon was rather neutral but leaning more on the negative side of things. The records were heavily biased if not downright erroneous and the vast majority of the blame could be put on the Old Ones but in the end, the Necron started this war, out of rage and despair to save their dying species first then revenge later but they still did start the war.
The Necron or Necrontyr at the time had asked for the secret of immortality and it certainly was at the height of arrogance but the Old Ones didn't simply refuse, they chose the option of openly laughing at their misery and not helping in any way while continuing to mock them. All of this because of their hubris, they felt they were above as if they were chosen by the Universe.
All of this, the war, the death, the horror, it all could have been easily avoided if any Old One used his or her time to help a dying 'lower life forms', something that would have been trivial. It didn't even need to be big, a basic overall health boost with a potential failsafe in case of betrayal would have sufficed.
The problem stemming from the soul, mind, or body was only an excuse to justify their laziness, they created him after all, how can curing a type of cancer, soul affliction, or genetic disease be in any way shape, or form harder?
Hoopa couldn't understand why they didn't do it unless it was a twisted experiment and from further data it seemed the case. While the records did not mention any name or location in particular they wrote in great detail about the socio-eco-political shift within civilisations on the brink of collapse that had many of the Necrontyr characteristics and they were one of many subjects of study.
It didn't excuse anything of what these Necrontyr did after, not that there was a need to, but it gave reasons as flimsy as they were and not some illusion of grandeur and being above nature by acting as some kind of gardeners of the Milky Way, and that a civilization or entire species are just pests and weeds to be rid off.
And they didn't even do that correctly, they could have terminated the Necrontyr after defeating them the first time once and for all but no, humiliating them and letting them fall deeper into a bottomless pit of despair and rage as their species died out on the prison that had become their homeworld was what the oh so merciful and wise Old Ones decided to do leading to a series of event that ended with the Necron and C'tan of today. The blame was inclusive but it was not equally distributed.
In the end, it was a very complex topic and Hoopa was only interested enough to know what to and not to say even if the Necron were to be worse he would and could not hate them to the degree he had for the Old Ones, the Great Old One Cthylla in particular.
Hypocritical but he never thought of himself as a paragon of morality.
"But how does this device work? Is it tactile, does it have a turn-on button or something else… Or does it work on intent? How does this technology operate?", Hoopa said with confusion his mind went over immediately how he sounded like an old man interacting for the first time with a smartphone as he fiddled with the Necrodermis sarcophagus.
At some point, his thumb touched an area that melted and like a card castle the device turned to grey sand but before he cursed the sand flowed and formed a small pyramid that opened and emitted a toxic green light that took the shape of someone.
A Necron by all accounts, it had skeletal metallic limbs, prominent ribs, and the overall same aesthetic as one. However this was no regular Necron, this one was one-eyed, a collar of gold horned his rectangular head, while a long segmented tail grew from his lower back and a scepter ending in the shape of a deformed star was held tightly in his left hand.
From a purely appearance standpoint and his knowledge this was a 'male' Necron of privileged status, it was most likely an Overlord or Cryptek, but which one of the two he didn't know. It either meant he wasn't important enough to be of note or was kept hidden by the Necron since it was far too valuable or the Necron himself was keeping a low profile.
"A hologram, oh or not...", Hoopa's melodious voice turned from a neutral interest to pleasantly surprised as what he presumed was going to be a discussion from a distance turned to one that was going to be face to face and so he let the connection from whatever was outside to the device try to travel here from time itself, and he let it do by giving the way.
What followed was fascinating and another proof of how beyond impressive the technology of the Necron was, it was something, or more accurately someone that was using time as a medium of travel by using this device as an anchor point from where the one that was doing it was located.
'Interesting method of transport but far too obvious and rigid still… Close to virtually infinite and nearly impossible to stop once started but it's a one-way trip. He wants to make a good impression. I can give him that.', he mentally analyzed this new type of locomotion and his instincts were already working on how to do the same but with psychic power and better it even if he didn't need it himself.
A few seconds trickled by and the hologram ultimately was replaced in its totality by the high-class Necron it represented. A fanged smirk formed on Hoopa's face as the single eye of his potential ally turned on with the usual greenish light and his body began to move like an awakening corpse all the while remaining in the palm of his tridactyl hand.
"Courage and stupidity are but the two facets of the same coin. Now I have to decide which side you belong to. After all, you, a Necron, directly came to me and neutralized all chances of escape. You gave your unlife for me to play with, a being who should not have the incentive to entertain you, yet you knew I would, didn't you, how? But first, I would like to know who I am speaking to. Someone bold and confident or foolish enough to risk everything by wanting to speak to me face to face is someone I must know the name of.", Hoopa said in the language of his interlocutor whose metallic body could be felt shivering to an imperceptible degree but one he could feel.
He immediately recognized it as one of the particular quirks of the Necron, it was only apparent with the ones that still had most of their minds intact, it surfaced under extreme stress or intense moments of emotions, or they were insane either way it was something they kept from once they were living. At least that was what he learned from personal experience.
And there were quite several odd things about this Necron besides the extremely unusual behavior.
"My name is Orikan, and I serve as a Cryptek under the Sautekh Dynasty and Triarch but before all Necron, I'm known as the Diviner for I'm the most accomplished astromancer within the Infinite Empire, Magician. I have broken from the binds placed upon me by my enslaver the Star Gods with the assistance of alternate versions of myself, I'm under none of their foul influence but that you must already know.", the Necron presented himself politely with a deep bow, his distinctively masculine voice smooth and metallic with a natural edge of vanity.
"Magician… Quite an innocent and inconspicuous name for me, elegant in its simplicity yet strangely deceptive but without lies. I must admit I find it hard not to like it.", Hoopa stated, shocking the Necron at how direct he was but other than the interesting title for him there was the mention of astromancer and everything after, as pretentious as Orikan's words were about being the most accomplished they were true.
Hoopa could tell this much in this environment where he was the absolute master and lies even from a soulless machine would not escape him, though what wasn't a lie didn't mean it was the truth either but it likely wasn't such a case here. Necron were not blind to objective reality even if their view was warped.
"Acting in such a way and taking such a risk is not characteristic of your kind, but it follows your words. Though it is not enough reason, the only option I can see for your choice is based upon my knowledge and estimation, if they are accurate you have predicted the future and knew how the events following this decision will most likely unfold.", the Archdjinni continued, quite open on his view of the situation and that he could be wrong, "This meeting is within your calculation and you must have a concrete idea of what I seek, what I desire."
There was no need to be overly arrogant or try to be too domineering here, Hoopa understood it and it was shocking yet again for Orikan, something the former was greatly amused by. The Diviner didn't expect this, but this still was far from a discussion between equals; it was just surprising how reasonable of a God this being seemed. Though it was still a God he was speaking to and they were fickles.
"Magician, your assessment of my talents and capabilities is flattering but you misunderstood their nature. As a matter of time, I cannot grasp what is outside of its flux, and even then my vision is not without flaws. You are an all-encompassing shadow that darkens all with its blinding light and reading the stars upon your person is an impossibility, none can do so, none. You cannot find what isn't there but consequences can be glimpsed if only in puzzling fragments.", Orikan said rather tentatively, the hold on his staff tightening ever so slightly as an unknown punishment never came.
"Hmm, I see. It indeed is correct and a worthy subject to study for later.", Hoopa hummed in understanding, the rumbling of his body shaking the Necron to his core as if he was a fragile piece of glass which in this situation was the case.
'Out of time and a shadow… It makes sense I suppose.', he thought, deciding to ponder upon this latter another point of view like this was always important, and it reminded him of his experience on its equivalent psychic power and it was one he couldn't do at all in any meaningful way.
It was the moment he interacted or simply placed his interest in the prophecy he saw did it lost all its coherence at once, but he had mostly put into his lack of innate talent, knowledge, and practice which didn't change with this knowledge but it gave a sensible explanation and something to consider.
In the end, his inclination to Magic was more of a Jack-of-all-trade, master of most. His brethren specializing in certain aspects of it will be naturally superior in them like Isha was with biomancy. In addition, he was the Aedari God of Darkness so it likely entered in conflict with the art of farseeing and it correlated to other branches where he had less ease to use.
"Then I can infer that your choice is based on other divinations leading you to follow the most adequate path for your goal, which requires my assistance but it doesn't explain how you knew I would be interested, or you didn't and that is bravely foolish of you.", Hoopa said with curiosity his massive eyes in comparison locking on the astromancer studying his every move.
"It is uncouth of my position and a tarnish on my notoriety but I must admit I did not know, not fully that is, Magician. This was a choice that I made against all decrees of logic and principle I adhered to, a gamble taken upon very little data and loose theories. But it was sufficient for someone of my renown to gain awareness of your revulsion for those pathetic saurians, one so profound it overshadows even ours when my people were of flesh and blood and yet you are their greatest strength, the combination of their madness, a force so mighty it would inevitably lead the Infinite Empire and all that it is made to fall to absolute damnation. I had to take the risk.", Orikan said, the mere mention of the Old Ones ending in a raise of his pitch and a feeling of oppression originating from the Archdjinni of the Rings so potent it was beyond that of anything he had felt even with the gathering of the most powerful C'tan.
The hate was so visceral it manifested into physical form around Hoopa and the surrounding Sea of Souls, overpowering everything in dark torrents for what seemed an eternity until all vanished as if nothing had happened but the Cryptek knew it did.
Orikan only now fully comprehended how intense was the hatred, and it was only the tip of the metaphorical iceberg, it was one he was all too familiar with but his Necrodermis body had dampened to near-nothingness yet the most terrifying of all was that this primal rage was sane, controlled and directed.
"My apology for this lapse in control. As you witnessed, you are more than correct. But let's not dwell upon our common hatred for those cowardly vermin, this is beneath us. Instead, let's guide our discussions on what we can do to further our interests as it is for this that you have reached me, is it not?", Hoopa said, his smile growing to a terrifying degree as a yellowish skin parchment etched with a dark pentagram composed untold runes manifested before the Necron, with it also came a shadowy feather.
"I must state the obvious we are not friends, and neither equal but we can be allies and work together as long as our wishes align, you wish for the freedom of your people from the C'tan and for them to not be eradicated and I wish the demise of Mother and her kind to never be shackled by their will, but I'm not naive and neither are you. This pact-oh... You are a very interesting Necron, Orikan the Diviner. I cannot choose which facet of the coin you are, maybe both.", Hoopa suddenly stopped his explanation and observed Orikan grab the feather and sign with a solidified version of his time without even studying the lines written.
"I have come here knowing I have sealed my fate. I see no losses in accepting an an offer that would have for the outcome the liberation of my kind from those traitorous of Star Gods even if it is from the Devil himself.", the Necron Cryptek as he felt something penetrate his body and mind, it was utterly alien and bound him on an existential level to his contractor.
But it was not a tie of servitude, it was two parts, the first would tell the Archdjinni of the Rings if he betrayed the trust placed upon him, if so annihilation at all levels of existence would smite him no matter where and when he was. The contract was only partially psychic as such even under the influence of a nullifying field he would not be protected.
The second was more of the payment itself, he would have a favor to grant Hoopa and if refused for reason judged insufficient penalty would befall him, same if it was failed on purpose or sabotaged. It was skewed toward one party and he could only hope the Magician held his part of the deal.
But… It wasn't bad, it wasn't bad at all from what Orikan knew of the being of the Immateriun, it was suspiciously reasonable but again the Magician was a unique case. But still, the gamble Orikan had taken was far from being considered successful and all could shatter in an instant.
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Hello, I hope I have done Orikan well and that it made sense as to why he would go do such things. We don't know what his goals are but I feel the continual existence of his people might be one of the most important ones.
Bye-bye!
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