Dragon Rider Kien's declaration of war was met with a laugh from Lox.
What fairness or justice remained in this universe? Perhaps there had once been, but now, in the dark thirty-first millennium, only naked violence and military might held the truth.
Humanity needed Blackstone to save its species' fate. This miraculous substance, capable of reversing aetheric power, was worth immense sacrifices to obtain.
As for the primitive Eldar, they had lived here for tens of thousands of years. Pandora was their homeworld. They were born here and died here, and after death, their souls returned to the World Soul to sleep forever.
Both sides fought for the fate of their own species. None of it could be divided into simple right and wrong.
Lox sat in the deepest part of the forward base. He had not left for the safety of the orbital warship.
He had absolute confidence in his troops. No matter how those ferocious beasts surged around them like a tidal wave, he felt not the slightest fear.
Since awakening on Isstvan V, he had experienced many wars and witnessed the deaths of countless humans. His beliefs and thoughts had long since changed.
In terms of mental fortitude, Lox had long become a qualified war veteran.
"We have irreconcilable contradictions. What can we do? Only kill!"
He sat upright upon his throne of steel, his left hand curled beneath his chin while the fingers of his right tapped rhythmically against metal. His gaze remained fixed on the holographic projection before him.
Kien delivered his righteous declaration before the beast horde and his comrades. The primitive Eldar dragon riders sensed the turbulent emotions in their leader's heart, and the Eldar's delicate, keen empathy made their blood surge with fervor as well.
His gaze swept across those brave