The gloom receded, revealing a small, intricate tech cube suspended in the air. It began to rotate slowly, gradually increasing its speed until its form blurred into a shimmering vortex of motion, thrumming with an unseen energy.
A synthesized voice emanated from the rapidly spinning cube. "Connection established."
The robed figure inhaled deeply, the fabric of their garment rustling softly in the stillness. "Make contact."
Across the planet, a subtle shift began to unfold. Boltthrower's camp was not an isolated recipient of the "Emperor's gift." Numerous other ratmen encampments, scattered across various battlefields and hidden strongholds, had also received the mysterious containers. The instant the order to "make contact" was given, a silent, invisible wave began to spread.
