The novel experience brought by the Webway filled Lox with curiosity. He did not feel anything like the agonizing tearing sensation of a Warp jump.
He understood that this was caused by the difference between the Empyrean's rules and those of the real universe. Some weaker, more sensitive people even suffered extreme pain during Warp travel, or died amid the distortions.
The Webway was different. Beyond that brilliant gate of light lay a flowing passage with no visible end, its illusory walls wreathed in complex colors imperceptible to the human eye.
The Webway was not some straight thoroughfare. From Lox's perspective, it resembled the winding capillaries of some colossal being. As the fleet traveled onward, the space before them grew increasingly vast.
Faint golden beams seemed to flicker through the space, lending it an air of mystery and sanctity.
"So this is the interstellar highway built by the creators? Incredible. Simply incredible."
The absence of any discomfort was precisely what made the Webway so remarkable. Even the Necrons' Pharos beacon network made travelers feel unwell when it transported them.
"Yes. This is the greatest legacy left behind by the Old Ones. It can block the tides of the Warp and travel through the galaxy at faster-than-light speeds."
Uthran puffed out his chest, brimming with pride. The Old Ones had once been so mighty that even their creations continued to serve their purpose tens of millions of years later.
"For such a great race to have perished in war is truly tragic."
Lox sincerely regretted it. According to the Aeldari, the Old Ones had once been an immensely powerful and gentle civilization. They had truly been like creators, enlightening and creating countless races while leaving behind such unimaginable interstellar works.
At least from his current perspective, few civilizations in this vast