Trazyn beheaded the Overlord, while the Lychguard delivered the other two blows, one horizontal and one vertical, cutting the torso into four pieces.
Trazyn looked at the Overlord's energy-deprived body and let out a deep sigh. With his back turned, he asked wistfully,
"You tell me... even if we regained souls and bodies... could the Necrontyr truly rise again? The Flayer C'tan Llandu'gor has been dead for so long, yet his curse still clings to our shattered glory... If we had souls and reclaimed our flesh, would those strange cancers that tormented our species return as well? Not to mention..."
Trazyn watched as the Overlord's body was ground into free-floating particles, and his mood grew even heavier.
"Not to mention the conflicts between lesser dynasties and greater dynasties... the conflicts between nobles and commoners..."
These questions abruptly pulled Trazyn's thoughts back to before the War in Heaven. From countless history books and ancient artworks, he had uncovered secrets of that distant age.
Before the War in Heaven, their glorious and resplendent dynasties had also endured a terrifying war of division. Though Trazyn had never found the cause of that war, he could roughly guess.
After all, many things were alike between one civilization and another.
Just as the Human Federation could not maintain absolute rule over the entire Milky Way and had to devolve power downward, the Necrontyr's godlike technology still had its limits. Their scale was simply far greater than that of the Human Federation.
Countless dynasties obeyed the commands of the Silent King and the Triarch Council, while retaining relatively independent military, political, and cultural authority of their own.
If they had not attacked the Old Ones in the War in Heaven, perhaps the Necrontyr's next step would have been civil war. Greater dynasties would swallow lesser ones,