The Prophet Anvil Ketok

The light was dazzling, like a magnificent and mysterious gate, flowing with the great power originating from the Warp. The surging and violent energy was restrained by the Old Ones technology of the ancient sages, forming a stable teleportation device.

And this gate is what is known as... "The Webway"!

After the Eldar were torn apart and suffered a devastating catastrophe, they separated into different groups. Samhan was one of them, and the "Craftworld" they spoke of was essentially an awe-inspiring warship built from Spirit Bone!

They sail far from planets and stars, like sparkling gems scattered on black velvet, emitting a faint blue light in the dark depths of the universe, their radiance piercing through the darkness of the vast cosmos.

The Aeldari's true homeland has long been lost.

Today, these lonely warships, anchored and drifting in the boundless void, are the Aeldari's last home— the Craftworld!

Aeldari warriors who had carried out their missions returned one by one from the Webway, their resounding hymns, ancient and desolate in sound, celebrating the triumphant return of their people and the brave clan warriors!

However, among the returning crowd, the Spirit Seer and the War-seer were nowhere to be seen, causing the "Bishop" responsible for welcoming them to feel his heart stop for a few seconds.

Could something have happened?!

But the bishop, having learned the truth from the Aeldari warriors, quickly breathed a sigh of relief and arranged for them to go back and rest.

Before long, the bishop saw the Webway shine with light again, and Kailanaris dragged Reroll out from within.

"Welcome back, my brother, Kailanaris..."

The bishop, beaming, was about to go and give him a hug when Kailanaris dodged him with a graceful movement.

"???"

The bishop's face darkened.

"Your Excellency, please forgive my rudeness." Kailanaris's voice was urgent; he ripped off his helmet, revealing a face contorted with desperation, and gripped his shoulders tightly. "Tell me, where is the Prophet?"

"In... in the Soul Circuit..."

The bishop looked bewildered and answered instinctively.

"I apologize, Your Excellency, I will apologize to you when I return." Upon learning of the prophet's location, Kailanaris didn't hesitate and sprinted towards the "Soul Circuit."

In the blink of an eye, the person disappeared.

The bishop, left bewildered in the wind, paused for a moment, then turned to look at the equally bewildered Reroll: "What happened to him?"

"Have no idea."

Reroll shook his head vigorously, shrugging, "On the way back, a human gave him a parchment. After reading its contents, he dragged me along the Webway, almost making us go the wrong way."

The mere mention of this made Reroll feel a sense of dread.

He never knew that this Spirit Seer's "driving" skills were so amazing. Several times he almost went off the road, but luckily nothing happened in the end. Otherwise... if he had gone astray, who knows where he would have been thrown.

"So eager?"

The bishop stroked his chin, his face full of doubt, but then his expression darkened. "Could it be that the prophecy on the Alert Star is about to bring about something big again?"

One wave subsides, another rises.

The bishop couldn't help but worry about the future of Alert Star and the Aeldari, silently praying that nothing else would go wrong.

The Soul Circuit is the most important structure for the Aeldari besides the "Webway." It preserves the soul of every Aeldari after death, preventing it from being devoured by Slaanesh.

The Soul Circuit, forged from Spirit Bone, shines like a lighthouse illuminating the dark night sky. Those who step into it seem to hear the echoes of their ancestors' souls. Kailanaris straightened his clothes and solemnly stepped into the "Soul Circuit." Before the Spirit Tower where the Spirit Stone were stored, he met the prophet, Anvil Ketok!

The prophet wore a helmet that resembled crystal, exquisite armor, and a magnificent robe. He held the Staff of Samur, exuding an air of mystery.

In the Aeldari social system, "prophets" are extremely special beings. They often possess powerful Psykana Power and exceptional precognitive talents!

The existence of prophets helps the Ark World resolve future crises time and again, making them objects of great respect and worship for every Aeldari.

Just like this time, the Alert Star crisis.

It was the prophet Anvil Gatok who foresaw a glimpse of the future: the Alert Star would have a tremendous impact on the Aeldari's fate, even leading to an irreversible catastrophe!

Respect flickered in Kailanaris's eyes as he bowed deeply in homage. "Prophet Anvil, I have returned from Alert Star and brought you something..."

He had initially intended to describe the parchment as a "gift," but upon reflection, he realized that its contents were uncertain—whether they would bring good fortune or misfortune—so he changed his wording on the spot.

Prophet Anvil Ketok turned around. Although he was wearing a Wraith helmet, Kailanaris could still feel a gaze upon him. "You have fulfilled your mission admirably. I am proud of you. You and Reroll... saved the future of Aeldari. You are heroes."

To be praised by the "Prophet" filled even Kailanaris with immense excitement, but he quickly recalled the parchment scroll, the contents of which deeply shook him. He then spoke again, "Prophet Anvil, as I was about to leave Alert Star, a human who had helped us sent me a parchment scroll, saying it must be given to you."

"Good."

Anvil nodded slightly.

Carefully, Kailanaris handed over the parchment and then observed the prophet's reaction closely.

However, somewhat unexpectedly, after reading the contents of the parchment, the prophet Anvil showed no unusual reaction, simply putting the parchment into his pocket.

Anvil's tone remained indifferent, as if he wasn't interested in the contents. "Have you read the contents?"

"I... I saw it..."

Kailanaris took a deep breath and nodded, saying, "But the contents above are really..."

"So what do you think... is it true or false?"

Anvil asked calmly.

"I... I don't know, but..." Kailanaris opened his mouth, a bitter look on his face. "Your Majesty, reason tells me that the human was lying, but... but I can't help but wonder, what if... it's true?"

Yeah, what if?

This is why Kailanaris, knowing he was very likely to be deceived, still couldn't help but hold onto hope.

"Do you know, Kailanaris?"

Anvil sighed softly, then turned to look at the Spirit Stone, his tone filled with complex emotions, and said softly, "Actually, I already knew before you came."

"What?!"

Kailanaris looked shocked, but quickly realized the key point. "You mean, you foresaw... that human?"

No, it wasn't me.

Anvil gripped his staff and sighed, "It was the High Seer... Lord Eldrad Ulthuran. He foresaw that the fates of the Aeldari and humanity are now inextricably linked by one man, and that our choices today will profoundly impact the future of the entire galaxy!"