On Ulthwé Craftworld, Soothsayer Eldrad Ulthran sat cross-legged beneath a crystal dome, Nimrod's warning flashing through his mind.
As the greatest Soothsayer of the Aeldari, he would ordinarily have dismissed the prophetic advice of a general from a short-lived race, but Nimrod's deeds had forced him to take the warning seriously.
The Abyss of Zaku-Trada, and that all-consuming fire of destruction.
He had led his Legion in destroying the Hrud's largest settlement without suffering heavy losses.
He had encountered the ancient Daemon Prince Be'lakor and not only survived, but dealt the Lord of Shadows a considerable setback.
He had defeated the ancient Lady Hera, dealing the galactic predator a devastating blow, while his Legion remained strong.
He might even have commanded a powerful Hraf Originator.
Ulthran preferred to believe that had been a coincidence born of various factors beyond his understanding. He could not imagine what means Nimrod possessed to command an Originator.
Countless thoughts raced through Ulthran's mind before he finally decided to heed the advice of the mysterious and powerful Nimrod: he would not meet Fulgrim in person.
He was about to extend his consciousness when he suddenly stopped.
"If Nimrod's warning signifies the fall of the Threads of Fate—"
Ulthran rose, approached a glittering crystal tree, and sat cross-legged once more.
He extended his spirituality and soon located the purple-and-gold warship at Perdus, a territory of his Craftworld.
The Pride of the Emperor was more artistic than other Imperial warships, but it could never rival an Aeldari vessel.
Ulthran barely lingered over its hull before slipping inside.
No soulless barred his way, nor did any mysterious runic formations obstruct him. His consciousness arrived before Fulgrim.
Fulgrim's purple-and-gold armor gleamed, its golden trim shining like the sun.
Exquisite spiral patterns were engraved across the armor, and an emerald