Ch.11: Genesis

[Aeons ago...]

"They are relentlessly...how can we possibly start them?"
"Calm your soul, Kyi'ren, we are not defeated yet. We are Su'Ania, are we not? Guardians, for our Creators. They will not fail us and nor shall we them."
"Your words are true, Isi'lore."

The sound of gauss energy crackles over the Eldar from a roaming Monolith. Necrontyr aircraft shriek over head as invasion beams materialise yet more of the living metal foot soldiers.

Suddenly a veil of darkness shrouds the entire battle zone. Isi'lore and his guardians wait, their weapons drawn. Their eyes darting, looking for the expectant danger.

There. Kyi'ren spot's it first. An entity. A Star-god. Crackling and surging with colossal power. It lowers itself gracefully, burning eyes descending upon the Eldar protecting this world. They called themselves Su'Ania. Kyi'ren took the first shot, Isi'lore screamed "no..!" but it was too late.
The shot incinerated before it even came close to the Star-god.
It, looked upon the brave Eldar warrior, and in the blink of an eye, lightning struck from The Great Destroyer and Kyi'ren existence was extinguished.

More Eldar came rushing into the darkness towards Isi'lore's last known location, blind to what they would face. The Great Destroyer studied Isi'lore, the scholar-leader of Su'Ania, relishing the eldar's final moments before it claimed his life.
The Necrontyr had come as the War in Heaven raged, no where was safe from them. Isi'lore had hoped but now that the enemy had lead their god here, his world would be eradicated too, and with that final thought the C'tan, the Necrontyr named Dhuum, raised it's arms, electricity struck, and swarmed over the eldar guardians, burning and snuffing out their light. However for Isi'lore, with a bileful gaze from Dhuum, he felt himself torned and plunge out of reality. He was not to die. but instead become trapped between dimensions. There he would linger, punished to feel and know his world, his eldar kin, all he loved and fought for, turn to ash and darkness. Helpless, and alone. Powerless.

[A time after the War of Heaven...]

"My Phaeron, I have sealed it away in the Tesseract vault, as the Silent King decrees"
Osiris, stood as its servant-Cryptek spoke. It was finished then.
"We will return to our Dynasty grounds. You will stay and oversee the Canoptek guardians."
"As my Phaeron wishes" proclaimed Anbizar

[Millennia later...]

MORE TO ADD TO MY COLLECTIONS. YES. BRING IT TO ME. FOR THE VAULTS.
NONE SHALL ESCAPE MY CLUTCHES. I AM THE HARBINGER OF DESTRUCTION. IT IS FOR ME TO DECIDE WHEN THEY WILL MEET THEIR DOOM.

A flurry of scarabs writhed across the court, with Canoptek Spyders following. Anbizar would have smiled; if he was capable, as he stared at the shard.