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The tale of the Techpriestess continues from >>95873479
>Ever closer, the Lord of Change approached, until Salafié could feel its cold breath upon her face. The daemon's voice was little more than a harsh whisper, though it vibrated the deck plating with each hateful word.
>"Apostate of Mars, I stood before you once upon a world nameless in the tongue of your race. You knew me not then. Know now that I am Zar'Barzaviel, Herald of the Changer of Ways. And know that my master bids me show you that which is known to Him alone."
>Visions assailed the Priestess as the daemon inflicted its power upon her, a maddening swirl of images tracing out the infinitely branching paths of her fate. Until this moment, Salafié had never truly contemplated the implications of the synthetic immortality she had snatched from the vaults of the Mechanicus in those last frantic months before her excommunication. Nanotechnological resurrection had seemed a mere contingency against the power of her foes, but now she saw the truth of it, as not centuries, nor even millennia, but the yawning abyss of true eternity stretched out before her.
>Friends, lovers, enemies; all flickered into life, grew old, and were gone almost before she had seen them. Victories and defeats followed one upon the other, until both lost any meaning. And though she would die a thousand deaths upon a thousand worlds, each was but a moment's rest before she was dragged back into the endless march of fate. In time, she would witness eons of blood and flame as a rising tide of metal surpassed the era of flesh, first glorious, then unbearably silent.
>For all the varied paths of wonder and horror, the visions inevitably converged in the dizzying recesses of a future further before her than Mankind's birth lay in the past. Down path after path, Salafié saw herself walking the ashen plains of lifeless worlds under the fading light of dying stars, facing eternities of solitude at the very end of time...
The tale of the Techpriestess continues from >>95873479
>Ever closer, the Lord of Change approached, until Salafié could feel its cold breath upon her face. The daemon's voice was little more than a harsh whisper, though it vibrated the deck plating with each hateful word.
>"Apostate of Mars, I stood before you once upon a world nameless in the tongue of your race. You knew me not then. Know now that I am Zar'Barzaviel, Herald of the Changer of Ways. And know that my master bids me show you that which is known to Him alone."
>Visions assailed the Priestess as the daemon inflicted its power upon her, a maddening swirl of images tracing out the infinitely branching paths of her fate. Until this moment, Salafié had never truly contemplated the implications of the synthetic immortality she had snatched from the vaults of the Mechanicus in those last frantic months before her excommunication. Nanotechnological resurrection had seemed a mere contingency against the power of her foes, but now she saw the truth of it, as not centuries, nor even millennia, but the yawning abyss of true eternity stretched out before her.
>Friends, lovers, enemies; all flickered into life, grew old, and were gone almost before she had seen them. Victories and defeats followed one upon the other, until both lost any meaning. And though she would die a thousand deaths upon a thousand worlds, each was but a moment's rest before she was dragged back into the endless march of fate. In time, she would witness eons of blood and flame as a rising tide of metal surpassed the era of flesh, first glorious, then unbearably silent.
>For all the varied paths of wonder and horror, the visions inevitably converged in the dizzying recesses of a future further before her than Mankind's birth lay in the past. Down path after path, Salafié saw herself walking the ashen plains of lifeless worlds under the fading light of dying stars, facing eternities of solitude at the very end of time...
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