As the Necron had come from the facility, revived by the disturbance of the Warp, they hadn't had any time ot fortify their position. There were no Monoliths to awaken, and no ancient armies of Necron Warriors to resurrect below the sands of the world. This was no Tomb World, and no hordes of Necron lay slumbering beneath it's surface. While the Necron Lord and his modified army might be dangerous, they had been shut off from all reinforcements. There were but a measly fifty Necron present, although each of them boasting greatly boosted firepower and targetting systems. There were no structures to tear down besides the Tower of the Unliving which the Ancient Scarabs had been constructing for the purpose of the battle, and they fled back into the Facility the moment their work was torn down.

The Necron Lord would have pursued the heavily damaged Sebastian, but a more pressing matter was at hand. One of the Aspiring Champions was summoning a demon from the False God that they had pledged their meaningless lives to. While he was confident in the capability of his forces, a Greater Demon was not to be trifled with, esspecially not without access to reinforcements. As such, he called within himself for the great power that had been granted to him by the C'Tan Gods, feeling them flow through him, granting him the necessary strength to cloak all in the shroud of death. He arose in shadows, reborn and recreated in the image of the Nightbringer, ready to bring even the Demons of the Warp into the embrace of Death.