The Arkworld Uthwe is quietly leaving the webway it is gliding on, heading towards the gate of a physical universe.
For countless years, it has been wandering and hiding, just like the bleak and wavering destiny of the Eldar.
Among them, the towers belonging to the prophets can be regarded as the brains of the Arkworld. Every decision they make will profoundly change the fate of the Ark and even the galaxy.
In the high tower belonging to the Great Prophet, Veronica and Eldral were silent, sitting side by side in the haze of the room——
The two of them did not hold the lamp, but looked silently into the thickening darkness in front of them. In the floating crystal, many scenes from the Battle of Armageddon were still vivid in their minds.
After returning to the Arkworld, Veronica also immediately explained clearly to the Great Prophet the causes and consequences of this journey.
Eldral praised Veronica's action and told her that she had successfully averted a major disaster in the galaxy.
Veronica thought she had not done it, because in the end the mysterious green-skinned shaman disappeared. Its existence made her feel very uneasy, but the great prophet comforted her and said that the powerful shaman would never
It will pose a threat, because it escaped into the dimensional turbulence out of desperation, and now it has left the galaxy and arrived in a place that no one knows.
After hearing this, Veronica breathed a sigh of relief and took time to mourn her old friend.
Time returned to this moment, the two of them were sitting opposite each other, silently picking up wine cups for the fallen soldiers.
"Great Prophet, did you already know that Arsalan would fall?"
The prophet smiled slightly and shook his head.
"This is a dangerous question, Veronica. Although we have the power of prediction, trying to control everyone's life and death with the power of prediction will only lead to disaster."
"Can we just watch the people around us fall into crisis and put everyone in crisis? I don't understand, teacher, then what is the purpose of learning the power of foresight?"
"True destiny cannot be rewritten. You and I both know this. I have browsed thousands of possibilities-each of them is full of worrying and deep crises, but I also realized another point.
, without those failures and sacrifices in the past, we would have truly lost this sweat, completely defeated, and defeated beyond redemption..."
The great prophet's tone was calm, as if he was describing a simple fact.
"We have to be able to recognize what is bound to happen and what can be adjusted."
After a long time, Veronica nodded:
"I understand, teacher, and..."
As she spoke, she paused for a moment.
The Great Prophet seemed to have guessed what she was going to say and smiled slightly.
"Related to that human?"
"He carries a grimoire of Slaanesh on his body. It is a cursed evil object. Although I believe that stupid guy has no evil intentions, this object is indeed extremely sinister. Why don't you let me
Recycle it or destroy it to prevent it from continuing to cause trouble in the world?"
"That is not something we can destroy, and are you confident that you can make that person willingly hand over the grimoire to you?"
"Then...then we should destroy it! The human mind has its limits, so what's the use of keeping this deeply contaminated object?"
"What you said is true, but it also contains endless priceless information. The lies of the great deceivers are always based on the truth, and the enemy is no exception. That person will be an important chess piece that stirs up the galaxy. With him
Everything about it has meaning."
Veronica muttered and her shoulders slumped, obviously dissatisfied with Eldral's explanation.
The atmosphere returned to silence again.
Eldral looked at Veronica, with some interest in his heart.
Whether on the way back to the Craft World or during the days when she was stationed at the Prophet's Tower, the one Veronica mentioned the most was the Astartes.
Usually after so many changes, Eldral would personally confirm whether his student's condition was stable, or simply check her soul realm - but this time he did not do so.
Because he has witnessed some kind of transformation in the other party.
"That stupid guy might be pushed into the fire pit by the enemy's grimoire..."
Veronica murmured, frowning slightly from time to time
"I remember you said that one of his friends was poisoned by soul poison."
The Great Prophet suddenly spoke, and Veronica quickly raised her head.
"Since you have promised the other party, there is no need to break your promise. We will meet him again soon. Then you will use this thing to dispel the soul poison of his friend."
As he spoke, the Great Prophet took out a small crystal bottle with bright stars.
"Just drop it in that person's eyes."
Veronica nodded, stood up and grabbed the crystal bottle, her eyes filled with surprise.
"I thought you hated humans, Great Prophet."
"I can't say I hate it, just a little regretful."
"Pity?"
"They could have made this galaxy a better place."
The Great Prophet seemed not to say anything anymore and waved his hand.
"Okay, today's meditation is over, you can go back."
Veronica stood up, but stopped at the porch, her body blocking the light reflected from the passage.
"Teacher, is there really no problem with the power in his body?"
Eldral looked directly into Veronica's aqua blue eyes:
"No problem for now."
Veronica nodded slightly and stepped out of the shadows.
"temporary……"
Looking at Veronica's retreating back, Eldral murmured, his tone no longer so firm.
Then, he lowered his head and looked at the objects displayed on the small table - miscellaneous astrological instruments were spread out, and many parchments with scrawled writing were stacked around them.
The great prophet of Uswe picked up a pen, picked up a piece of paper, and began to draw at random - the confused brushstrokes were like being confused and unable to see the way forward in the distance.
Eldral suddenly felt that he was getting old. For the first time in hundreds of centuries, the vicissitudes of rain and snow pressed on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He could vaguely foresee a rough future flickering among the stars of disaster - he would face unprecedented severe challenges.
He would not be foolish enough to think that victory at Armageddon could tip the scales of war - the enemy has not failed, his plan has not been terminated, and such a powerful being will always find a way to stir up trouble in the galaxy.
The watchmen of Ulthwe not only need to defend their homeland, but there are also more battlefields with mountains of corpses and seas of blood waiting for them.
Who should they rely on to compete with the power of the Supreme God?
Eldral didn't know either. He only knew that once he slackened his mind and fell into hesitation, the entire Eldar race would fall into hell with him.
He must be the unshakable beacon of soul in the Craftworld - this responsibility is more important than Mount Tai.
When he came to his senses, he finally realized what kind of pattern he had drawn.
The face of a stubborn and tough human male appeared on the page, exactly as it was during that meeting ten thousand years ago.
Even if the brush strokes are sloppy, the effect is still shocking. The man's gaze is so cruel and powerful.
Eldral stared at the crude work in his hand, unwilling to look away for a long time.
"Lord of mankind, what exactly are your plans..."
As if he had made up his mind, the Great Prophet stood up, issued a silent decree from the crystal, and strode out of the hut.