The chaos was expected. Like a wildfire sweeping across the land, it ravaged Pain's Nest, where every patch of soil had been soaked with the blood and lives of the oppressed!
Years of exploitation, abuse, and humiliation finally erupted in that moment!
True Born Sons. Warrior Cults!
In the past, those two labels had stood for beings who were lofty, untouchable, and beyond the gaze of wretches like them at the bottom of society!
In the Aeldari, whose bloodline hierarchy was especially strict in the Dark City of Commorragh, True Born Sons were the law. They were the rules!
Yet today, right here—
The rules carved into their very bones had been shattered by an outsider—a human!
The True Born Sons, with their noble blood and natural births, had their heads chopped off and hung from the altar in Pain's Nest. Their bodies and flesh were seized and devoured by the frenzied crowd!
They wanted to eat their flesh, drink their blood, and gnaw on their bones.
At that moment, this was no longer a metaphor. It had become a literal description!
The myth of the True Born Sons had been broken!
The beliefs instilled in them since birth had been utterly shattered!
So True Born Sons could die, after all!
No, more accurately, even the lofty True Born Sons—those legendary beings who had inherited the true Aeldari bloodline and were blessed by the gods—could be killed by people as lowly and insignificant as them!
Everyone knew this.
The reason people feared gods was that they were unknowable. But once people discovered that even a lofty god could bleed, the only fate awaiting that god was death!
The same was true of True Born Sons.
The Dark City of Commorragh had spent ten thousand years engraving submission and fear into