"What are you thinking?"
Rowan finally spoke.
In truth, he had originally been preparing to head for the Webway to deal with the Eldar problem.
If those pointy-eared fools were not reined in soon, they would sooner or later cause even more trouble amid the Galaxy's chaos.
However, just as he stepped out of the Throne Room, the signal sent by Roboute Guilliman reached his senses.
Rowan immediately changed direction and teleported straight to the Imperial Regent's office. There, he found the ancient Seer, over twenty thousand years old, standing with his back to him and rambling in the Eldar's distinctive chant-like cadence about the legend of the Death God.
As Rowan listened, he could barely keep a straight face.
What did he mean, the Eldar had successfully gathered the Crone Swords? If the Four Gods of Chaos had nothing to do with this, I'd eat a Nurgling!
Still, this was an unexpected boon.
If he wanted to remove the Eldar from the coming chaos engulfing the Galaxy ahead of time, there could be no more effective point of entry than this.
Rowan silently sighed to himself.
"Greetings, god of mankind. May your radiance be like the tides of the Warp—"
The shock was over.
Uthlan almost instinctively reined in all his emotions in an instant.
He inclined his body slightly and lowered his head toward Rowan in an ancient, elegant gesture.
No matter what, even if the being before him was a god of another race, Uthlan would still afford him the courtesy he deserved.
His lips moved faintly as he prepared to offer a proper opening.
Then Uthlan was interrupted.
"Haven't you realized it yet?"
Rowan wore an intrigued expression.
"Your own thoughts. Can you clearly remember now how you obtained that thing?"
"Of course."
Uthlan almost answered