[A/N: I'm covering and skimming over alot of stuff here, so excuse the around 5k word length pls. :D]
[A/N: But don't worry. There's some lore bits in the end.]
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Ende uselessly struggles against his restraints. Two weird-looking Necrons guard the prisoner inside the neon green and black stone tomb.
The fool couldn't use his magic, strangely enough, and it was as if his strength, speed, and overall reaction time were not enough to do anything to the materials of both the Necrons and the zero-point energy suspension prison. He couldn't even speak.
If it couldn't get worse, he's been trying to endure an unknown yet agonizing scream inside his head, like a blaring alarm that keeps repeating and getting louder, challenging him both physically and mentally.
A tall figure appears from amidst the mist of the stale-aired tomb, emerging with a weapon in hand and a neon orb on its head.
Ekropis: "This... language of you lowlifes, it is revolting."
The Necron of the Tomb appears, Lord Astronomer Ekropis, ever vocalizing with such nobility.
The neon green glow of the sphere above his head made Ende sick, making him pale from the radiation just brought by the presence of the Lord.
Ekropis: "What did you expect to gain from intruding in my home, lesser creature?"
A tone of disgust and prejudice exudes from the deep and metallic voice of the Necron Lord.
With just a slight move of his metal finger, he controls the prison to allow Ende to speak.
Ende: "Gain? You think I came here to gain something?! I've traced it back. I've traced back the Phrase's existence to your kind! The future, this world's future, I will not allow to die-"
He was shut up by the prison suspending his vocal rights.
Ekropis: "I told you. I warned you. Through the Phrase, we foreshadow this world's end, as we are the rightful rulers of it. But you do not listen. The weak are ignorant, and they fear the knowledge and the power of the strong, just as the mindless fail to comprehend the stars."
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