The kindness displayed by the Old One named Qua had undoubtedly exceeded Lox's expectations.
The entire galaxy was already in utter chaos, with the Old Ones' faction and the C'tan faction doing everything possible to strike at each other.
At such a tense moment, a group of time travelers from the future suddenly appeared. No matter how one looked at it, it reeked of conspiracy.
If Lox had encountered such a situation, his most likely choice would have been to immediately send people to arrest them and secure them first.
Before this, all of Lox's impressions and knowledge of the Old Ones had come from the accounts of other races: the Aeldari, the Orks, the Necrons, and scraps of evidence left behind by races that had long since perished.
In their descriptions, the Old Ones were undoubtedly the strongest, most generous, kindest, and wisest beings of the galaxy's ancient age.
The Old Ones had been the first to establish an incredible advanced civilization, and they had also scattered the life they created throughout the barren galaxy, making it bustling and prosperous.
Not only did the Aeldari and Orks acknowledge this, even the Necrons, once enemies of the Old Ones, did not deny it.
The Old Ones were not merely deeply versed in genetic engineering. Every one of them was an immensely powerful Psyker. Even the ancient Aeldari seemed so cute and harmless before these creators.
They had also built the most mature faster-than-light transit system—the Webway. Relying on those safe highways, every member of the Old Ones' faction could travel between the stars with ease.
Yet such a race, infinitely close to divinity, had vanished completely by humanity's era, leaving not the slightest trace of its existence.
Lox took a deep breath and slowly walked before the Old One. He