The reasons for Eldra's absence this time were, as before, never revealed to the public, but the Council accepted his actions out of trust as having Ulthwe's interests at heart, and the Visionaries whispered that he was preparing for the future. ——Some kind of threat that is right in front of them, inevitable, and looming, just outside their field of vision.
"Yes, Se'akqi of the Emerald Temple, the Eye of Terror has indeed become unusually active recently, and the vortex torrent of subspace overflows from it, representing something more terrifying. Since losing Isatan, we have never No such sign has been seen, the sky is filled with pain and the stars weep like children.”
The elderly councilor Brolin said solemnly. He was wearing a gorgeous sapphire robe with black phosphorescence on the edges. Although he seemed calm, there was a certain anxiety in his consciousness that they all shared.
Something new was emerging from the future, weighing like a dark cloud on the minds of the prophets.
It was so huge that it was impossible to tell, which caused a hint of anxiety that was brewing in the hearts of all the prophets into hysterical hints.
What exactly is rising from the future?
It looked like an end, and beyond it was a swelling void that sucked souls from the breasts of all Eldar and breathed through the lips of all Eldar.
While the Council of Prophets in Ulthwe were tangled up in the recent prophecies, Eldra had already prepared a ritual in a distant, nameless world.
This world once held the last pantheon of the Eldar Empire. Although it has long been abandoned like the other pantheons, it is the most complete one.
Over the years, he has had countless plans, but all of them revolved around only two goals, two gods.
A deity that existed but was lost.
A god who has yet to emerge and has much to offer.
Save the former one, awaken the next one, and use them as the basis to build the Eldar's new temple of reincarnation of life and death, so that the souls of their race can forever be freed from the threat of the warp enemy.
This is his, Eldra's ultimate goal.
As long spells spilled from his mouth, patterns of light and shadow danced on the polished floor, like electric snakes gliding in oil.
They twitched constantly, flickering on and off, as if twitching with nervousness or anxiety.
The Great Prophet sat cross-legged against the wall on one side of the room, letting the waves of energy wash over his body. Three other powerful war wizards from different craft worlds, who were also collaborators summoned by Eldra, were sitting symmetrically. All around, they were also immersed in meditation, their black armor flashing with bone-white runes.
Around the ceremonial ring were placed some of the relics left by the former gods of the Eldar that Eldra had collected over the years, from fragments of Kane to fragments of the Vaal Anvil, and more than a dozen relics were placed on small altars. superior.
A faint chant filled the air, and although none of the war wizards spoke and the whole room was shrouded in silence, their wills were filled with singing, bringing the spiritual resonance of the carefully designed room into a symphony general field.
Their souls floated in the violent abyss, letting their life essence ride the waves, constantly peering at the edges of their horizons, searching for the glimmer of the coming, inevitable storm.
Behind their closed eyelids, eyes flickered with fire, lighting up like beacons to their kindred souls, guiding them back, lest they be lost forever between themselves and each other.
This dangerous ritual should never be performed alone.
As the voice of the spiritual chant became louder, the clouds and mist from the subspace began to condense in the real room.
Initially they were only a few wisps, mere hints of cirrus clouds forming near the ceiling.
But gradually, the mist began to condense and thicken, elongate into strips, and rotate into vortexes.
As the rotation speed increases and gradually expands, these small vortices begin to condense and merge, rotating together to form a single, slowly rotating subspace vortex, rotating around the edge of the room, bypassing the back of each war wizard, and bringing them into The interior of a rotating column of twisted energy.
I don't know how long it took, but the sudden flashes of orange flames ignited the relics of the gods, and the eyes of the war witches opened at the same time, the flames licking their irises, as if they were about to devour them.
They still sat there absorbed in meditation, motionless and silent, their burning eyes fixed on an invisible point in the center of the room.
The Warp Vortex Cloud began to accelerate, whipping up a tornado of twisted energy that rolled around the edges of the chamber and threatened to tear the chamber itself from the very fabric of the Pantheon through sheer centrifugal force.
As the raging vortex surrounded them, they remained silent and calm, staring directly into the Eye of the Vortex, their eyes shining like liquid stars.
Where their eyes met, an image began to form, flickering at the edge of existence, as if unable to withstand the pressure of reality.
At the edge of the image, tens of millions of Eldar corpses lay stacked on the horizon, like the shell of a planet.
The sky above these shimmering images seems to be pierced by etheric lightning, causing souls to scream through the atmosphere and tear through the thick, viscous clouds of deep darkness.
Suddenly, a bright light shone like a flaming spear, then disappeared.
"The time has come! Awaken Death, Jena!"
Eldra raised her arms violently, and at the same time the words she summoned shattered the surrounding vortex like bullets passing through ice withers.
The image and twisting cloud quickly dissipated, pushed back by fragments of the relics of the gods - it wasn't just a word, it was a forgotten name.
“Jena!
"
When the three war witches chanted, they seemed to feel that this syllable brought death to the tip of their tongues.
Suddenly, a crack of light briefly appeared on a wall, flickering through the wraith bone structure and defining a stone monument as it spread.
After a few seconds, the stone tablet melted, as if the spiritual bone structure retracted from the surrounding walls. At the same time, a cold light penetrated, mixed with the thick darkness of the place itself, and scattered a pattern of interfering smoke in the air. .
A weird image emerged. It seemed to be an Eldar. It was covered with a layer of purple gel armor. It had a slender figure and a large amount of white hair that reached the calf on the back of its head. It held a sword in one hand and held a high in the other. Strange symbols.
And its face is impressive. Half of it looks like an ordinary Eldar, and the other half looks like a terrifying skeleton demon. It is accompanied by a huge horn that extends upward, making it look like two lives have been forcibly sewn together. Together.
When this image appeared, the temperature in the hall dropped suddenly, white frost began to form on the ground, and ghostly energy surrounded its body.
The war wizards broke their gaze, lowered their boiling eyes, and gradually brought their will back to reality and returned to the room in the material world.
They also saw this image, but no one wanted to tell what they saw.
It is a vision of all that they cannot and cannot imagine, a true taboo, the embodiment of repressed fears deep in their souls.
"Death, Jena."
Eldra muttered, he wasn't looking for confirmation, he just wanted to share the burden of the word, to push it into the will of others, to split it into different runes, to divide the word and conquer it like a The same as the fragmented enemy.
"Go, your time has come!"
With a high-pitched voice, he pressed his hands to the ground, and the dense runes around him were lit up at the same time. The relics of the gods were squeezed out of their last strength, turned into ashes, and scattered in the invisible wind of subspace. .
And the being known as the God of Death also let out a high-pitched scream, and finally disappeared on the spot, crossing the boundless space and running towards a body that could be lodged——
