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Even deep in its slumber Tolyl remained accessible to Myrkul's Vein. The deeper shadows it imposed on the bog punctuated by the quiet pulsating of the ebb and flow of its power. Myrkul reached into the mind of a capital weapon dreaming of destructive things to gently raise the dream to the surface. Tolyl's huge eyes shifted their steely lids as the mind trundled its thoughts back to life. It looked down at the helmet that crushed a new pond atop a stump with curious creatures using it as a roost. Roving blue lights of coronal discharges flare to life and drag a squelching metal helm upward toward the leviathan's head. Water drains away then flashes to steam as it opens apertures of its mind to empower its armor once more.

"I am required? I think I will remain in this place in the future.", Tolyl's voice sheds leaves from the canopy in speaking.

Answers a booming voice to Tolyl's mind that sparks painful light from even anemic sunbeam through the canopy here, ((As you will it. Proceed to the place known as AC-215. Do not engage what is not humankind there. Remain distant. The conflict is not of the Living Emperor's concern only to collect the souls of Humankind left behind.))

Moss and rotting detritus crushed into grey paste as gravitic forces marshalled to propel the creature skyward. Burbling marsh squelched as Tolyl curled once around trembling marshy soldiers of trees then pounding through the canopy. The scream of a planar transector came from the skin of reality as Tolyl crawled upward toward space to leave this gravity well. Long rolls of thunder punctuated its exit into the upper atmosphere.