Book 5 - Epilogue
Absolute power.
He had it. A fractal obtained directly from the machine masters who ruined humanity. And not just any fractal - the fractal of energy. The very same power that ancient humanity used to forge power cells.
It couldn't be used in combat, the silver mongrel wasn't a dimwit. But the knowledge and possible testing that could be done with this fractal made everything worth it. He could not only have power cells made as he wished, it would directly let him study the occult in ways no human of this era ever could. Power had to come from somewhere, and studying the flow of energy directly would let him tap deep into the secrets of the occult.
Only if Hexis could make it to safety however.
He didn’t stay within the luxury of his cabin room, cramped as it was. He remained in the cockpit instead, always keeping an eye of the map - of where he was. If the convoy was attacked, he needed to know which direction to run. It would be a fool’s attempt, but better to stack as much odds as he could in his favor.
The convoy that ferried him down had seen machine attacks. Feral ones that leaped into the way or drakes attempting to take a quick shot. Shields and turrets fended them off easily until the convoy was clear of that territory. Anything else that remained alive was dealt with by the mercenary guard around him.
That wasn’t what worried the warlock. To'Avalis would soon come to hunt him down.
And then, as he predicted, it all came to an end.
Sirens began to wail around the ship, crew and knights arming weapons and rushing over to repel potential borders.