He was not a superstitious being. Losing one’s soul, after all, tended to dampen one’s fear of the mystic. And the great necropolis-capital of ancient necrontyr – filled with a blighted, death-obsessed people – was funereal long before his species had imprisoned their minds inside bodies of deathless necrodermis. Indeed, stasis-crypts covered Solemnace, each of his billions of subjects nestled in a sarcophagus that sustained their cold, metal bodies. It was the same on tomb worlds across the galaxy.

The Infinite and the Divine