Just a few ordinary words.
Yet in the ears of the Aeldari, they brought earth-shaking change.
Szarekh.
That terrifying figure.
To them, he was at least a figure from legend.
During the War in Heaven between the Old Ones and the C'tan, Szarekh had held the fate of the entire Necrontyr race in his hands. By his own strength, he destroyed the Old Ones' most important facility, ultimately defeating them.
The last Old One was captured by Tzeentch. Afterward, the Necrons went into slumber, the Silent King departed for other galaxies in search of a way to save the Necrons, and the Aeldari fell sometime in the twenty-thousandth millennium, leading to Slaanesh's birth in the Milky Way.
All of it was connected.
Why had Szarekh, this cosmic overlord who ruled the entire Necrontyr dynasty, come here?
Yvraine watched Cisrain walk toward the teleportation device.
When she tried to follow him,
she was stopped by two royal guards holding golden spears. Clearly, they would not allow anyone near.
"My lord, do you need us to accompany you?"
"No. I'll go myself!"
Cisrain had already made his decision.
There was no point in bringing too many people. All their technology would be like primitive toys before the other side. Even their most powerful weapons likely could not breach the enemy's defenses.
If the other side had come to attack Gamma World, they would likely have launched their assault already.
Yet they had not attacked. That could only mean they had not come to conquer Gamma World.
The interests of Gamma World and the Necrons did not conflict greatly. To a certain extent, the two sides could cooperate.
So Cisrain merely glanced at the marker on the star map and refused the others' request to accompany him. "No need. Stay here. I'll go