The Savior: Holy crap, an Eldar Ynnead clone?

Fuck Him!

Alaitoc's Central District.

Great Asurman's army had repelled the invading Chaos forces. The smoke of war gradually dispersed, but a filthy stench still spread through the air.

The Children of Alaitoc were still immersed in the pain brought by that corruption, letting out groans or wails from time to time.

"Our home..."

Some Alaitoc Eldar stared blankly at the buildings that had only just been repaired before collapsing again, their hearts filled with grief.

Not long ago, they had still been immersed in the joy of rebuilding their home, believing themselves protected by the Veil of Fate, able to escape their fate of suffering.

But with the arrival of the Dark Prince's claws, everything had been destroyed.

Even the air was filled with suffocating filth.

The Children of Alaitoc stood within their own home, yet felt fear and discomfort, as if another attack might come at any moment.

This place had become a lair of fear.

"Do you think... we can still receive the protection of the Veil of Fate?"

Fahimel clutched her wound and looked toward the ruined wreckage and her huddled kin.

The guardians beside her fell silent when they heard that.

In the past, even if Alaitoc had suffered a similar attack, they might not have reacted like this.

But after Asurman had brought them the hope of revival, only for Chaos to snuff it out again, their despair had grown even deeper.

What was more, the Children of Alaitoc faintly sensed that an even more terrifying attack was about to come.

The Dark Prince was brewing a terrible crisis in the Warp.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the area.

It drew the attention of Fahimel and the others. They turned to look and saw an elegant, reassuring figure—

Raphael Asurman, that noble bloodline,