At last, slivers of data congealed in the mechanical recesses of Cawl’s mind. The nodal grid was ready. A labour that might yet overshadow ten thousand years of lesser works was prepared.
And yet the Archmagos suffered an onset of doubt. What if the Necron had lied? Cawl’s delvings had only scratched the surface – there was still so much about the pylons’ function that he could only guess at.

Gathering Storm: Fall of Cadia