According to Eldar mythology, Moiraine Haig was the mate of Cairne Bloodhand and the father of two daughters. She hoped to get the wisdom in her blood, but only Kane could hurt her, so she asked her daughters to torture their father Kane with screams. If she wanted to end this torture, Kane must cut off Moiraine Haig's penis. Fingers to make her drink her own blood.
In the end, Kane was forced to agree to take action, allowing Moray Haig to obtain the wisdom in his blood.
In return, the Howling Banshees became Khaine's Aspect Warriors, and as such the Howling Banshees are perhaps the most fearsome of all the Aspect Warriors, as their ancestors used the Shriek to torment Khaine.
The first Howling Banshee was also promoted in the Craftworld after the fall of the Eldar. When Asurman became the first tribe warrior, he chose Jaan Zhar. This warrior known for his ferocity and agility became bishop.
Then Jaan Zar relied on his own efforts to become the Phoenix Lord of the Howling Banshee.
The phoenix's journey through fire is rarely completed by someone like her - arrogant, reckless, some would say fanatical.
But she walked along the warrior's path, with a rash pace driven by self-confidence. In all the ways of life and death, Eldra had never known that an Eldar could hold such a strong belief in her own abilities. belief.
Perhaps it was this fanaticism that led Jarn Zhar to become a Phoenix Lord.
The only thing he knew was that it was all related to prophecy.
It haunts everyone, and no one knows it is a prophecy spoken by a long-forgotten man.
The bones tell a thousand of these things - legends, legends, fables, myths.
This time, these fragments spread to the forefront of the collective spiritual consciousness of the Craftworld and were placed in the minds of the Ulthwe Prophet Council.
Eldra herself also foresaw prophetic visions - the huge solar sail was torn apart, the towering wraith building collapsed, the statues of ancient heroes turned to dust, and Uthvi was torn into countless pieces.
Strange and grim foresight was just one of the fragile steps that led to the deployment of the Crusade through the Webway Gate in what humans called the Segmentum Tempestus.
But this is not enough.
They also do not have more power to deploy in all the detailed locations. The Arkworld cannot easily appear in human sight. They must choose the most capable warriors to solve this trouble-before the prophecy is realized.
As the soul storm raged, Eldra pulled herself out of the ritual and focused her consciousness once again on the prophecy chamber.
He wanted to observe Jain Zar and get to know her.
Anger gives her strength, this is the Banshee Lord's own explanation.
But without the prophet's guidance, Eldra has no idea what she would have become.
A madman? A butcher? Or will she value the fate of a legacy over the survival of the craftworld?
If the path of prophecy has taught Eldra anything, it's that the future is not fixed.
A single decision creates a potential outcome, and every breath, blink, and ripple of muscle movement offers countless new possibilities.
The power of channeling these possibilities from underlying fantasies and choosing the right ones, even the most seasoned seers will never truly understand.
As Eldra herself likes to say.
Existence itself is an imprecise art.
"We have achieved our first goal."
The Banshee Lord spoke with some satisfaction.
She was so absorbed in analyzing the lines of fate that she didn't notice that he came out of the illusion.
He looked at her across the runestones, their light casting a stark contrast to the pale features of the Eldar's face.
“That force was captured by another force from the Highest Heaven.”
Eldra whispered, already realizing that the first phase of the prophecy had come true.
"This force will disintegrate over time."
"Until a new leader rises, so do these primitive monkeys."
"It didn't take long, I saw the anger and ambition of one of their subordinates who had seized power and became the leader of that broken force."
The Banshee Lord snorted softly through her nose.
"The threat remains."
"Yes, we have less time than predicted by the Council of Prophets. We must act quickly before he escapes back to the Curse."
"So, allow me to attack and kill those dirty monkeys before they do anything that can threaten the existence of Uthwe."
"I hope you can take Monica with you. When you attack those humans, you will want her to be there. I have a very clear vision of this matter."
"That war witch?"
The Banshee Lord was silent for a moment, and finally searched for a young Eldar woman in her mind.
"Yes, will you take her with you?"
"She is still too immature."
Jain Zar refused in the most tactful tone possible.
"No, she has played her role now, and if my vision is true, she will soon serve Uthvi again."
"You mean her? What about me? What did you see, noble prophet?"
The prophet did not directly answer questions about her prophecies.
The Banshee Lord stared at the other party with uncontrollable anger.
Finally, Eldra relented.
"die."
He said:
"When you go to war, death is certain, and I don't think—"
"No! Prophet, it's an insult that you think I can't complete my mission, I never fail!"
"Not failure, but something more primal, more destructive, this darkness coming down harder than anything I'd ever encountered before."
"This is exactly what the Council predicted! I will destroy the potential destroyers of this craftworld."
"Maybe."
the prophet said cautiously.
"But maybe not. The source of these illusions is still shrouded in darkness. This may also be affected by the tide of subspace. With the emergence of material existence in the Arkworld, some kind of thoughts cover the reality."
"Then why can we only field a pathetic sliver of force?"
"This is the opinion of some members of the Prophet's Council. Most people do not believe that a... humble human can threaten an entire craft world. There are other threats that need to be dealt with. The Cursed Eye is becoming more active every day. Every day we need to send more More patrols."
"Those 'certain members', will do nothing but hinder us, noble prophet, and there are too many who do not understand prophecy and they do not revere it. "
"Do you think it should be revered?"
The Seer looked at the Banshee Lord questioningly.
Jaan Zal glared at the opponent and his cheeks turned red. His threatening gaze made the omen stone vibrate.
"You and I both know that we must nip threats before they begin, and you know that to do that we must be fully prepared."
"Then go ahead and do it, daughter of Moray Haig."
After Eldra finished speaking, she stood up and shook out the folds of her robe.
"Don't worry, we are still planning, the next part of the plan will continue, I will let you know the appropriate place and time, everything will be accelerated."
