Trazyn shattered the nobles' fantasies and sighed.
"I don't think humanity will let us carve them up as we please."
"Are you afraid of their military strength? Or that so-called 'Emperor'?"
"That isn't what I'm afraid of. Do you still remember the dynastic accord we signed with the Subjective Ones...?"
The Subjective Ones... like the Old Ones and the C'tan, they weighed heavily upon the Necrontyr's hearts. Faced with a master you could neither destroy nor avoid placating, the nobles felt an indescribably complicated emotion.
All the glory they had attained in this universe became pale and cheap with the Subjective Ones' involvement.
"When we destroyed the strongest C'tan, don't tell me your memory modules have deteriorated so badly that you've forgotten even this history. The power of those primordial C'tan could no longer be described as merely exaggerated. Though we processed and repurposed the bodies of the Old Ones into weapons capable of harming them, those gods of primordial laws were still unimaginably powerful."
"Think of the origin of the Word of the Creator. It was a relic left behind after the most powerful Fundamental God was utterly slain by the Subjective Ones. If Subjective One Bai Huan had not anchored the universe of that time with her consciousness, this universe would have long since been erased by the Fundamental God's self-destruction."
"Moreover, these language-like symbols are scattered throughout the universe and deliberately evade our search. That is the Executioner Fleet's mission: to eliminate every brazen fool who uses the Word of the Creator. Who knows whether the Twelve True Words might reunite and awaken that Fundamental God once more?"
Trazyn's words tugged loose the memories buried within them. They recalled the end of the War in Heaven, the Necrontyr's ultimate revenge against the C'tan.
The C'tan had provided