Watching the human fleet head toward Nurgle's daemon army, Phaeron Inamars decided to partition the battlefield.
Let mortals deal with mortals, and gods deal with gods.
When an apocalyptic scourge descended, creatures as insignificant as ants deserved only to huddle trembling in holes in the dirt, not to boldly peer into the boundless starry sky engulfed in war.
As a Phaeron who had fought in the War in Heaven, Phaeron Inamars was proud. Though his memory core had suffered some damage and omissions in matters of daily life, the moment he turned his thoughts toward war, that cold and ruthless Phaeron returned to the battlefield once more.
He looked down on these surviving Aeldari, and he also looked down on humanity, which had arisen only after the War in Heaven. But for the Subjective One's sake, he could not be bothered to argue with children like them.
Just as he thought, while adults were busy with serious matters, children like them ought to stay out from underfoot and amuse themselves in their own little nests.
The Phaeron's orders reached every pyramid warship. They redirected their energy to their defensive cores to withstand the Phoenix Lord's psychic strikes.
"Activate the containment device."
The intricate containment protocols swiftly completed their procedures under the sorcerers' acceleration, retrieving an indescribably wondrous device from an isolated, partitioned dimension.
When technology advanced to a certain level, any display of it could make the magic of stories feel ashamed. This device, sealed away by protocols, displayed the pinnacle of Necrontyr technology. Its entire form was built from anti-geometric structures, enough to make an Adeptus Mechanicus Archmagos overload and crash at a glance. Beyond that, it radiated mysterious colors beyond the known spectrum of the Imperium of Man.
The device randomly shifted between states of having no volume,