The War God fell.
The Lord stood on the balcony, watching the War God's massive body being subdued by that evil, savage figure. The Lord collapsed to the ground as if all its strength had been drained away.
What reached its ears was the sound of burning trees, the wails of its people, and the shrieks of the Tyranids.
We made the wrong choice.
The Lord thought.
It had been incited by Maurice's powerful speech and believed this was the Eldar's fate. They had nowhere left to go. Only by sacrificing themselves to awaken the God of Death could they end the curse and suffering that had plagued the Eldar for who knew how many millennia. But was this truly what it wanted?
The Lord lowered its head. All it could feel now was endless pain and sorrow. Their faith, their guiding light, had fallen. Then, could they truly complete their mission?
No, you cannot.
A gentle voice appeared beside the Lord's ear, making its entire body shudder.
The Eldar's fate had long been decided. Why not try accepting it all?
"No, we shouldn't do this..."
You did this once before. Recall that history, a history filled with Elation, indulgence, and pride. That was your history, and it created everything that exists now. You have merely lost your way, children.
The voice was as gentle as a young girl's soft arm, caressing the Lord's neck and breathing a fragrant warmth beside its ear.
You should return and face your fate.
You will not be destroyed. You will be with me.
"No-----!"
The Lord's voice rose high. It wanted to display its strength, but in that empty room, it sounded more like a wailing cry trying to feign courage.
"We will never submit!"
This is not submission.
The voice remained utterly