Housed in an exquisite dome, the Seer Council Hall of Ulthwe stands tall among the peaks and towers, standing majestically at the top of the vast craftworld.
It is surrounded by a cloud of psychic energy, which makes the dome loom between the material and immaterial worlds - only the Council members themselves can guarantee that they will find the corresponding chamber when approaching its ancient webway door, and other visitors may pass through.
Pass through the legendary portal and find nothing but nothingness on the other side.
For the uninitiated or uninvited, the door to the Seers' Council is actually the door to the twisted and painful Warp.
In the hall of the Seer Council, the prophet lords of Uthwe can witness any event happening in their huge wraith bone matrix. The infinite circuit itself is connected to the high platform, the altar in the center of the hall, and its maze-like vast space extends to
Every flickering spot of life on Uswe.
But now, every face in the council hall is staring at the beautiful appearance of a female Eldar. Her face has a perseverance and indifference that is different from ordinary Eldar. The translucent white robe is freely draped on her elegant body.
As if blown by the divine breeze, those astonishing blue eyes shone with an incomprehensible and terrifying light.
If her name had not been spoken, no one would have guessed that this seemingly frail and beautiful thing would be the terrifying Lord of the Howling Banshee, and one of the few remaining Phoenix Lords, Jarn Zar.
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"I want to see Eldra."
She repeated them calmly, but with such force that they seemed to penetrate directly into the consciousness of the Eldar in the Council.
"Usvi cannot stay out of this incident."
"Lord Jarn Zhar, the implications of your language are blasphemous."
One of the Seer Council hissed, his face angular and pale - he was the oldest in the Seer Council, and his hissing voice carried the weight of time.
"Do you think the Council did not anticipate this threat before you came to this hall? Do you really think we were unprepared?"
Others murmured in agreement that it was unthinkable that what happened on Comoros went unnoticed by the Council of Prophets.
This is especially true for the powerful Eldra Ultland Prophet.
"If you have made preparations, then why doesn't Eldra dare to see me?"
Jain Zar turned her brilliant blue eyes to the experienced visionary, peering into his soul and testing his heart.
The old Eldar flinched, as if touched by cold, beautiful fingers.
Even in the temple of the parliament hall, the members knew very well that the Phoenix Lord had a very bad temper. If she really got angry, only the Great Prophet could calm her down.
Just when the prophets were at a loss, a voice sounded.
"Jane, I have made it very clear to you before this matter. Veronica has her own destiny. Comoros is where she must go, including the people she will meet...
..But prediction is never omnipotent, and you should know better than anyone else that even if we can foresee the end of time itself, how can we prepare for it?"
The voice of the Great Prophet Eldra spread slowly in the air, as if coming from everywhere, the voice was so low that it was almost impossible to hear clearly.
"You mean to stand by and watch? Do you really think I don't know about your affair with Malus?"
Jaen Zar glanced at the altar on the high platform in the center of the conference hall, where Eldra's shimmering image had successfully appeared. This also meant one thing, the other party was not on the Ark now.
So where will he be?
She was too lazy to guess.
Seeing the other party's impatient expression, the great prophet's face wrinkled into a complicated smile, which combined paternal patience and a lover's helpless expression.
"No, that's not what I meant. A future without choice is rarer than the Phoenix King's feather crown. I just want to say that some things are unavoidable and some things should not be avoided. The seemingly terminal failure is just
A successful start.”
"enough."
Jarn Zal interrupted the Great Prophet.
"I will not sit back and watch Veronica fall into the hands of anyone. When I helped you bring her out of that place, you promised that you would not sacrifice her to achieve your so-called great plans. You broke your promise.
Then I will no longer keep any promises and I will take her away."
"Lord Jarn Zhar! You are tearing apart the future of the entire Eldar race!"
The hissing voice of a council member cut through the hall of bones like a jagged dagger piercing flesh.
"The future? The future of the Eldar will never lie in the backroom politics of your shady little council!"
Jaen Zar retorted sternly, blinking her fierce eyes and staring at the other party, and the evil aura forced the other party to take a few steps back.
But when she turned around, the voice of the Great Prophet had fallen silent, and his gleaming form had disappeared from the towering altar in the center of the room.
"It seems he has said enough."
The Phoenix Lord howling the banshee said with a sarcastic sour smile, and then there was silence in the cave-like room for a long time.
Shadows adorn the ornate dome roof like sinuous murals, seemingly twisting and sliding, as if writhing in discomfort due to the atmosphere here.
While the council chambers of Uthwe were used to such heated debates, as the prophets argued and accused each other of different interpretations of the prophecies, over the millennia the twisted energy emanating from the Eldar prophets had gradually
Permeated into the structure of the conference hall itself.
Every few thousand years, this hall must be ritually cleansed by the Eldra herself, to prevent it from exerting its own violent influence on the Council of Prophets who gather within the Hall of the Holy Council.
But this time the debate has become more intense because of the participation of a powerful Phoenix Lord, and a purification ceremony is expected to be carried out soon.
Afterwards, Jaen Zar sighed, looked around at the gathered lawmakers, and then turned around and left without saying a word.
"It seems that Iblis is going to intervene in this incident."
The Emerald Prophet Se'akchi, the second most powerful figure in Uthwi, whispered, unwilling to break the silence so he spoke directly through his own thoughts.
"The more times like this, the more cautious we must be in dealing with every change."
Others nodded, feeling relieved that the Emerald Prophet's calmness had once again restored calm to the council. None of them could recall the time when Se'akchi was not in the council - he was a person who had always existed in the collective consciousness.
Calmness is like a dose of spiritual medicine.
In the absence of Eldra herself, the councilors looked to Theakchi for leadership and guidance, as the Great Prophet was often absent from the council, appearing only as a ghost and a loud voice.
As for where the Great Prophet is now, probably only Asuyan knows.