Lox could tell that this Necron overlord was not particularly willing to recount the history from before their slumber.
It fell silent for a moment, summing up that terrifying era with only four words: the War in Heaven.
It was an exceedingly weighty subject, one that even someone as flighty as Trazyn was unwilling to mention.
"So the anomalous astronomical phenomena we observed throughout the universe, as well as the traces of what seemed to be ancient battlefields, were all remnants of that war called the War in Heaven?"
Trazyn nodded, and cold sweat immediately ran down Lox's back.
The stars destroyed system by system, the vast belts of spatial anomalies stretching across the galaxy, the distorted background constants of time—all of them were traces left behind by that war.
What kind of race could fight the Necrons, who had nearly reached the pinnacle of material technology, to such an extent? The complexity of it was far beyond what a single meeting could explain.
"The rest is unimportant. There is no meaning in humanity knowing this history. It has all ended anyway, and the war concluded with the great Necrontyr claiming victory," the Necron overlord continued. "But the Aeldari—those arrogant, indulgent bean sprouts—are worth mentioning."
"After the War in Heaven, our people's strength was diminished, while those Aeldari and Greenskin Orks grew ever more powerful. We used temporal technology to observe the future, and in the end, the Triarch decided to avoid the Aeldari's edge through the Great Sleep."
"We could outlast our enemies through time and defeat them without spilling blood. That is a sophisticated form of strategic wisdom that humans like you would never understand." Trazyn waved a hand. "In any case, time no longer matters to us. So long as living metal does not decay, we can