The Observer

The meeting continued. Numbers floated at the center of the hall, and with every shift in the data, the Phaerons looked up in concern.

Milky Way Collapse Coefficient (74%)

The contract at the Silent King's side was densely packed with writing, mainly clauses restricting methods of warfare and technology.

Restrictions on beyond-visual-range weapons.

Restrictions on hyperspace transmission.

Adjustments and compensation mechanisms for melee weapons.

The weakening of the effects of warship fleet gravity fields on galactic operations.

The moment the contract was filled, the new rules were thoroughly established.

Milky Way Collapse Coefficient (85%)

The number stopped rising, and the Phaerons applauded the Milky Way's continued survival.

"Enter the Great Sleep. Wait for the Milky Way to enter an age of prosperity."

After leaving behind his order, the Silent King departed. He went beyond the Milky Way and began a sixty-million-year vigil.

The Aeldari prided themselves on being ancient beings, witnesses to a long history, but they had long forgotten the details of the War in Heaven. They only knew that a world-ending war had erupted between the C'tan and the Old Ones, and that the Necrontyr were a catastrophic enemy to be guarded against.

Later, the Aeldari turned history into opera, adding much artistic and personal interpretation, making already unclear historical records even more shrouded in fog.

Their clamor and revelry diluted the despair of a universe that had once been burned to ruin. Asuryan saw it all, but he did not care. He remained high upon his throne, eyes closed in contemplation.

"So this is the truth of distant history?" Lin Fan suddenly asked.

He was sitting on an ancient little stool, facing a massive screen that displayed history like a film.

["Yes, but also no." The Observer replied in a voice devoid of