Countless epocs ago, They ruled the world of Ghaina. Ancient, undying and revered as gods, They dream of glories past and futures grim. Roused once more, they seek to claim that which is rightfully theirs and beyond. Yet again one of my stories concerning the background lore of my plastic miniatures armies. The Necrons were actually my first army, yet I have not painted a single squad to completion. The shame is all mine. Also a special shout out to all you citizens of the United States above the age of 45 reading this. Unless either you or Wattpad are lying to me, 100% of my readers are apparently that demographic at time of writing this. Not sure what to do with that information, but thanks regardless!