The Ark Eldar used spirit stone technology to ensure their souls would not be devoured after death.
The Clown Troupe followed their Laughing God, deceiving fate through art and thus escaping the path of consumption.
So where did the Dark Eldar's path lie?
Indulgence—endless indulgence.
Only pain was the eternal, unchanging law rooted in Commorragh.
Absolute selfishness and betrayal stemmed from Slaanesh's curse. It forced every Eldar born in Commorragh to grow accustomed to creating and harvesting pain.
Only carefully cultivated pain could soothe and replenish their parched souls.
Otherwise, their souls would slowly be devoured entirely by Slaanesh.
This was precisely the greatest problem facing Alvin and the entire rebel army.
This was what Gork was worried about.
Clearly, with the rebel army's current technology and resources, they were nowhere near capable of satisfying hundreds of thousands of half-born.
Once the souls of those half-born began to wither, betrayal would await the rebel army!
Betrayal had never been anything unusual in Commorragh.
Without question, the cabals that had chosen to stand by and tacitly tolerate the rebel army were waiting for precisely this moment.
To fulfill the declaration in the rebel army's slogan—to break the rule of class and create a world of equality—they first had to break the curse hanging over every Dark Eldar!
Many eyes were now fixed upon the rebel army.
Not only were the watchful cabals observing them; the shrewd Hernandez, as well as many half-born, were watching too.
They were all waiting to see. If Alvin could not provide a satisfactory answer, then the rebel army—which appeared united on the surface and had only just achieved a brilliant victory—would collapse in an instant and be reduced to ashes.
The pressure weighed on Alvin's shoulders like a mountain.
Of course, when he had decided to