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A sixteen-many shuffled into view of the guard a Jinhai as tall as a primarch though not quite as battle-hardy. Larger concordant identities improved the well of energy that they had immediately available. Some aspects of psionic metacreativity required a quite large moment of energy. Various aspects of rekindling at scale among them. In each hand a nets of psimass that hold white ceramic cases of various sizes. Bags of spare human parts and thrones of Mankind still usable. As the flesh puzzling ran out of bodies the Jinhai pulled up their leftover charnel to leave for redder pastures.

The large black-robed creature walked slowly its legs elongating to meet the ground not bobbing like a boned creature. The sixteen eyes held stock still locked in groups looking at the closest guards as the body flexed to move the whole about. Its huge pace didn't take long to cover the ground between them. The bags of thinner psi-stone cases gleamed bone-white but rattled wetly.

Its voice echoed deeper in a larger dusty throat among the indistinct face with constellations of eyes, "Do you have more destroyed, Humankind of the Living Emperor? We require more viable parts to rekindle who remain. Time wears thin."

The minimum concordances of human size, four-many, with which the guard were likely more familiar rounded the corner far behind the sixteen-many. Some among them carried six mostly-reassembled corpses in their arms. Each corpse of different body types and one of the guard itself. The bodies issued white wisps of smoke as Jinhai maintained a sterile presence away from biotics but even apothecaries of last resort ran on borrowed time for the thrones of the mind grow more discordant. Some Jinhai began drawing six stasis machines out of psimass and metal while others sifted through the rubble for organics to scavenge for raw material to digest and replace what they used.

Far above near the face of a damaged high-rise a four-many Jinhai drifted as a 10' long hollow segmented worm downward to the ground. Along the side of a building drifting silently in slow, lazy, circles there was a female astride its back. There was a scream as someone threw another from inside at the four-many. The rear end diverted to catch the new arrival with a splatter of motes that disincorporated its hind end. They floated like like flotsam to its top service dragged across the black reforming fluid to stack with the other survivor. The eight-many Jinhai darted to what few survivors they'd found and repaired quite literally tossing to each other the reasonably healthy. Eight many itself had moaning injured glued to its body that required attention they hadn't parts for. Thankfully much of the building interior had holes and the Jinhai could proceed around effectively.

Four-many paused a moment in mid-air though the two arrivals did not particularly seem happy about being suspended stories above pavement in something that felt like a cloud made out of silt clinging to flesh. Several very loud green flashes thundered as the Eight-many Jinhai found itself among a few of the tainted. Broken and without their king the tainted that remained but abandoned were no less a threat to the injured. Eight many ignored the howls of fear that turned into weak battle cries as it disincorporated the tainted. They had neither fear nor wrath much less pride for for such.