Other than being unable to move freely, the tour left the primarchs quite satisfied.
The hover-train moved through the corridor at an unhurried pace, allowing the documents, paintings, and videos on both sides to be viewed at just the right speed.
It began with a dilapidated cave dwelling, inhabited by savages clad in animal skins. This was the beginning of human civilization.
Then came kings and knights, gunpowder and steel. Forces from every side slaughtered and consolidated one another upon the stage that was Earth, advancing through cycle after cycle.
At last, humanity left Earth and cast its ambitions into the vast stars.
They reflected on humanity's humble beginnings and marveled at its greatness in pioneering the stars.
The primarchs were eager to learn of this ancient history that they knew nothing about. The wars at the end of the Golden Age had destroyed far too many records.
Trazyn was still unable to move, one hand held high as though he were an idiot. Orikan did not miss the chance to record Trazyn's embarrassment, intending to upload it to the dynasty-wide network afterward.
Trazyn was furious at Orikan's offense, but he still had to shamelessly beg Orikan to save him. The latter simply pretended not to hear.
"What's the rush? It's not time yet."
Orikan's answer made Trazyn grind his teeth in hatred. He turned his attention to the corridor, staring at the artworks on either side. The torment of being able to see but not collect them gnawed at his heart.
Yet some of the scenes in these records surprised everyone.
When humanity had still been little more than savages wielding bone and stone, the Aeldari had already arrived on their world, riding vessels unchanged for tens of millions of years, their eyes filled with curiosity and appreciation.
These