The Eldar were an exceptionally long-lived race, and the dragon rider Keen was considered one of the younger generation among his people.
Most of the time, dragon riders like him chose to live apart from the tribe, dwelling alone in quieter places as they raised their giant dragons. They were solitary and independent, but they never completely severed themselves from the community.
Thus, when he returned to the tribal settlement, the clansmen engaged in farming and herding gathered around him, warmly greeting him. The dragon rider could only force out a faint smile.
His people had lived in comfort for too long. Ever since escaping the Eldar Empire, generation after generation had lived in a peaceful, untroubled environment, losing their former vigilance. They even believed their current tranquil lives needed no change whatsoever.
Young Keen loathed such stubborn, outdated conservatism, but he could not change the entire tribe through his own strength alone.
Few people cared about the old grudges scattered across the stars, but Keen was different. He had once visited the friendly Atolac Craftworld and stayed there for some time.
During his time with those Craftworld Eldar cousins, he had witnessed far too many threats he had never known about before: the ancient enemy, the Necrons, were gradually awakening; the Orks, also creations of the Old Ones, had long since completely lost control. Once the energy of a Waaagh reached a certain threshold, the terrifying green tide would sweep across the entire galaxy.
The entire galaxy had undergone tremendous changes. The young human empire had followed in the footsteps of the former Eldar Empire, and its glory had lasted only a few short centuries. A massive human civil war was setting the entire galaxy ablaze.
Keen did not care what became of humanity. Whether Exodite Eldar, Craftworld Eldar,