The halls of the ship itself had already filled with a thin veil of psychic fog he naturally produced. This was followed by the low hums and chanting of Gregorian-like voices, reminiscent of the old Warp. Arlow was gazing outside the port viewport of the ship and looking at all the Necron forces of Atep's legion, making preparations against an enemy who would make an appearance in exactly 35 days. He was deep in thought while he watched every proceeding as it should, considering what he might do next to help the universe that had fallen into chaos due to his imprisonment.
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