Among the many captive Aeldari below, an elderly seer used his psychic power to put an end to the chaos.
He looked up at the hovering platform and demanded loudly,
"I know you are the former Men of Iron of the Federation. Since you brought up the ancient peace accord, why did you attack us first and bring us here?"
The Men of Iron saw nothing wrong with this in the face of his accusations.
"Capture? Under the peace accord, we did not initiate an attack against you. You attacked the fleet first."
The emotionless synthesized voice echoed throughout the chamber.
Even the holographic display changed.
When the Men of Iron fleet entered the battlefield, a few stray Aeldari shots had struck the shields of the Spear of Titans.
That minor accidental hit was precisely what had allowed Iax to act without hesitation.
Without orders from the Creator, the Men of Iron had to abide by the accord. But if the other party violated it first, they would naturally no longer follow it blindly.
As for whether the Spear of Titans had deliberately appeared in a position so easily misinterpreted, the Aeldari had no grounds to object.
Moreover, Iax had honored the peace accord and had not inflicted mass casualties on the Aeldari.
At most, some ships and constructs had been damaged.
To the Aeldari of old, those ships and wraithbone constructs might not have been a major loss.
But to the Aeldari of the present, they were incomparably precious.
The Aeldari had lost even more of their technology than humanity had.
Their large-scale construction techniques, in particular, had long since been lost.
Nowadays, whether building ships or wraithbone constructs, the Aeldari could rely on little besides the handiwork of Wraithbone Weavers.
Their production rate was considerably slower than even