In order to find the truth from the confusing future, the great prophet of Uthwe entered the most secret spiritual stone tower in the Arkworld, where he could enter the deepest part of the subspace relatively safely——
The Warp is a vast ocean, uncontrollable, swept by storms, ravaged by dangerous currents, and inhabited by deadly predators.
This rough sea is dotted with islands, some of which are not stable but drift along in the waves, connected with its power but never sinking deep below the surface lest they be swallowed up.
Each island is connected to the others by long bridges, which themselves are adorned with castles and cities, some of which can house millions of souls.
This is an ancient, maze-like bridge, its arches have collapsed, and the ruthless changes of time have long swallowed up its stacks. In some places it has just been submerged by the high tide, and in other places it has sunk deeply under the sea. .
The predators learned to walk where they rolled and continuously touched the water. However, they were not born to breathe air freely, and the time they could leave the ocean was very limited.
They cannot wander far away from the dangers of their unique world, but they long for light from the outside world.
Imagine that in the same situation, everything is triggered by primitive emotions rather than matter, then you can have a vague concept of the subspace and the webway.
For Eldral Uthlan, the great prophet of the craft world of Uthwe, this metaphor has become too superficial.
Whether in the body of an Eldar or on a crystalline tunnel in a Craftworld, a soul can influence the Warp in ways that distort space in the material world, and the Webway also connects them all. Together, they act like a network of cables extending across bridges, directing the flow of energy from one end of the galaxy to the other.
The Eternal Matrix, as he called it, had been part of the Webway, and the greatest achievement of the Eldar's rule was not only the interconnection of the various settled worlds, but the fundamental interconnection of every human being born. Eldar individuals are linked together.
Long before the fall of the race, when the Eldar were consumed by gods born of their own corrupt desires, their souls were collected by the Eternal Matrix.
Every soul can be reborn, the dead can be revived, the soul can be reincarnated, or it can be reborn.
Eldral had no definite faith in the seemingly precise mechanism, but he knew it might work again.
This is the purpose of his soul's journey here.
Eldral stood on the broken bridge, overlooking the waters where swarms of sharks were lurking and waiting for opportunities. A closed island submerged under the ruthless waves, just within reach, hiding the past, present and All the secrets of the future.
In the eyes of a mortal, the Waterfall of Uncovered Tears lives up to its name. The flowing green-blue energy pours down from the gap in the webway barrier, intertwining into a majestic waterfall.
It divides the glorious palace, which is as big as the city's ruling hall, into two, and surrounds it with smooth crystal walls covered with gray and black lines.
Eldral stood in the center of the hall, examining the roaring waterfall.
What stays here is not his body, but the projection of his soul, so his appearance remains youthful. He is wearing a purple-gray light robe, the scepter in his hand is as slender as a ray of light, and his long wavy hair is scattered on his shoulders. The rest was tied back by a golden ribbon with a teardrop-shaped ruby tied in front of his forehead.
He moved effortlessly, each step seeming to float in the air, relying on the power of his mind rather than his body.
The knowledge and truth he needed and sought were hidden behind that ever-changing veil.
The prophet used runes for divination three times, and each time the results led him to the path to Uncovered Tears.
Even though he was a little moved by the physical beauty, his psychic mind was still exploring the non-material structures around him - which in itself was a valuable breakthrough.
The primitive power of the Warp knows no cause and effect. There is no boundary between here and there, between past, present and future.
The long boots stepped softly on the marble-like ground, and the prophet got closer and closer to the waterfall.
Among the splashing water, there was a vague shadow gliding like a snake, as if it had never noticed him.
He then took a vial from his belt, inlaid with a crystal that looked similar to a barrier. It was called the Soul Vial, and its purpose was similar to the spirit bones used by his people to preserve spiritual energy.
Similar, but still different. Compared with transmission, the soul bottle mainly plays a role in mental isolation and protection - ordinary thinking cannot penetrate it.
It is a material that can withstand the dangers of the Warp, or, in this case, be used to contain it.
The moment he took it, the bottle almost froze his fingers.
For Eldral, this bottle is not a real thing, but just a projection of its counterpart in the mortal world.
In this place, this is enough.
With the gentle movement of his arms, the prophet was only a step away from the waterfall when he felt a gentle breeze blowing across his cheeks.
He turned around where he had stopped, trying to find a door between the walls that contained nothing but smooth crystal.
Standing in front of the door was a young Eldar, or something similar.
The image of this Eldar is more like being refracted through a special lens. The newcomer reveals a fanaticism from his appearance, with lush waist branches, a long and slender neck, and long golden robes that can hang down to the ground if they are spread out. The hair seems to be woven into symbols that wrap around its body.
A silver-white robe was deliberately slit at the shoulders and thighs, so that the sickly pale pink skin could be seen at a glance.
From that slightly pointed pretty face, a pair of carefully crafted polished sapphire-like eyes stared at him intently.
Subconsciously, that face reminded him of his student, Veronica.
After a heartbeat, Eldral noticed that the visitor had his hands crossed on the chest where the clothes were fastened with single-breasted buttons, and the other pair of arms were politely clasped on a small part of the back.
There was no doubt that the extra set of limbs immediately gave away the identity of the intruder.
"Keeper of Secrets...."
He whispered the name with a mixture of cold fear and a warning that this powerful demon was creeping in here.
"Eldral."
This sound penetrates the soul like a thread, bringing a strong sense of caressing, like a lustful invitation.
The demon grinned, revealing a pair of needle-like teeth.
The prophet stared at him and whispered:
"Aren't you ever tired of being exiled?"
Eldral quietly slipped the vial back into his pocket and conjured the illusion of a golden blade in its place.
"And are you tired of my return?"
The devil replied seductively, still maintaining a still posture except for a coquettish sideways tilt of the head.
Eldral glanced at the waterfalls. They had not changed much, and if the Keeper wanted to summon its demonic servants from the water, it had not done so yet.
"Why are you here?"
the Seer asked, taking steps to put some distance between himself and the power of the Warp.
"To invite you to look deeper~"
The demon replied with a smile.
"There you will find everything you desire."
"And you think that's a temptation that could lead me into a trap?"
The demon's four arms made a rather impressive shrug.
"I'm called the Keeper of Secrets for a reason."
Then it waved its two hands toward the mysterious waterfall.
"I promise you I won't interfere with you."
"As if the words of a great demon are of any value."
The demon tried to look hurt, but couldn't help but smile slyly.
"Drink some of the water here, Eldral, that's why you're here, isn't it?"
The prophet gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes into slits, staring at the incarnation of the servant of the Thirsty One.
"I can see your intentions, lie weaver. You think that if you show enthusiasm enough, I will reject you in order to stop you, but the truth is that you don't want me to drink the water and are trying to twist me through these tricks. idea.”
"certainly."
The demon admitted with an expression of mocking sadness:
"I should never have hoped to defeat a wise man as great as you, Eldral. I was so foolish as to attempt such a thing. Rather, I should have summoned a horde of my demonic servants to steal your soul from you. Stripped out of the body and torn apart.”
The Keeper's words struck a chord in his heart, and this forced Eldral to stop again as he walked toward the waterfall.
He frowned and thought, trying to read some of the devil's true intentions from its words, but as expected, everything he saw was nothing but fraud.
"There's a little riddle."
The Keeper put his four slender arms behind his back and began to circle around Eldral, keeping the same distance from each other.
"Did you realize and see a bluff, or did you inadvertently witness and agree to a tangled double deception? You thought you were lost or free from my mistress's love-hate relationship, but I still hate and agree to it. I love you, Eldral, your arrogance and self-confidence will be the reasons for your salvation or downfall, and all of this will make me feel more sad or sweet, because it will be your hands and mine that will destroy you and my people. "
Eldral took a step back to make sure both the magic water and the demon were within sight, possibilities racing through his mind, but a simple answer suddenly emerged.
"You know I won't believe you no matter what you say, and to do that you need to say both what I want to hear and what I won't hear."
As he spoke, Eldral moved toward the small waterfall, making the ground tremble and roaring in his ears, but he knew it was nothing more than his mortal senses trying to comprehend the incomprehensible. .
