On the Ulthwé Craftworld, the consciousness of Seer Eldrad Ulthran spread toward the Shadow of the Throne, brushing against the Gothic war machine.
A warship utterly devoid of beauty.
With that assessment in mind, he swept rapidly across the hull and projected himself toward the highest point of the vessel.
Ulthran's consciousness slipped into the steel shell, enduring the discomfort of its asymmetrical structure violating the way of balance.
He sensed a hateful black hole standing before the palace gates.
A Soulless.
Ulthran's black hair drifted from his fine, elegant ears. As his consciousness wheeled away from the black hole, his body sprang up from the ground.
His right hand pressed against a radiant tree as the strength of departed seers flowed into him.
Ulthran's consciousness suddenly glimmered, twisting like an arrow around the Soulless before shooting into the palace.
Boom!
Suddenly, countless intricate Geometry symbols drifted through the air: slanted triangles, upright squares, spinning rings—
Ulthran's eyes narrowed. Surging power flooded into him, making his consciousness blaze with crystalline light as it launched hundreds upon hundreds of assaults around the Rune Array in an instant.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every shining arrow of consciousness was deflected. The geometric Rune Array was flawless.
Light flared in Ulthran's eyes as he sent the arrow of consciousness spiraling forward.
Whoosh!
The invisible barrier suddenly vanished, making his thoughts stall.
Ulthran could still feel the Soulless's black hole tearing relentlessly at the seer's power like a collapsing earth. The crystal tree gradually dimmed.
Seizing the moment, he projected a Thought Impulse.
"Nimrod, Primarch of the Shadow of Order, I am Eldrad Ulthran of the Ulthwé Craftworld. I greet you."
"Though this is our first exchange in such a manner, a century ago, in the region you call the Abyss of Zaku-Trada, I warned you