Everything Uslan recounted was secret lore passed down only among certain ancient races.
Races that had not lived through it might never understand what had happened in the distant past. Tens of millions of years were enough to wear away the civilizations of most species.
Humanity had only spent several tens of thousands of years expanding from Earth into the galaxy. Among the many civilizations, they were still considered young.
"So the Necrons gained their power from the C'tan and used it to ascend as masters of the galaxy."
"So the creators behind the Aeldari, the so-called Old Ones, had once been so powerful and benevolent. They spread life throughout the universe and maintained order."
The Necrons had never mentioned any of this. As the race's dark history, they had always sought to bury it forever, until everyone forgot it.
"For the continuation of a race, any means can be used. Whether vile, shameless, or utterly without principles, so long as it ensures the race's survival, everything is worthwhile."
He sighed inwardly. Of course, he did not wholly believe the history Uslan had described. The Necrons could not be trusted, but were the Aeldari any better?
Uslan the seer's perspective was that of the Aeldari, so he would naturally and instinctively favor his own people.
Lox noticed something rather interesting. From the Necrons' account, the Aeldari were undoubtedly weapons of war created by the Old Ones, a blasphemous intrusion of Warp-wielding psykers into the material universe.
Moreover, after the war ended, the Aeldari began a long decline into corruption and indulgence, eventually awakening a Chaos god and indirectly deepening the Warp's influence over the material universe.
From the Aeldari perspective, however, the Necrons and the C'tan had attacked the benevolent Old Ones first. They had slaughtered the intelligent life of