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>We and the Old Ones went back and forth in every way, an ever shifting front line in a cosmic dance of martial and technological adaptation.
>The disposable races adapted fast, but our Crypteks adapted faster, nor could the Old Ones in their omnipotency top the reality defining powers of the C'tan who had been evolving their abilities over the cource of billions.
>Every move by the Old Ones and their thralls was one of desperation, to buy more time to derive some tool that could defeat us.
>They got close many times, but their efforts came too little, too late.
>They slept on every chance they had to do right by the Necrontyr or exterminate the C'tan, and now the two oldest races in the galaxy were united against them.
>Their end was here.
>We were coming for them.
>They didn't flee the galaxy because they knew we would follow them to the ends of the universe if neccessary to enact justice.
>Clinging to their Webway was the best of all feeble chances they had.
>It was only a matter of how long the Old Ones could drag out their execution for.
