Zephlin Montoya was young, and he was eager to learn.
He was out of place among the other nobles. Perhaps it was because, in the eyes of many nobles, the Montoya Family still lacked deep roots. The only one who could hold her own was the Grand Arbiter of the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group, Meshal Montoya.
And what about everyone else in the family?
In a word... they were all coasting through life, waiting to die.
Zephlin was extremely clever and hungry for knowledge. Meshal often kept him close, teaching him what she knew and sharing her experience.
He had also joined raids aboard Commorragh's raiding ships, taking part in several attacks firsthand. He had seen how vast and dangerous the galaxy was.
But rather than frightening him, it only stirred his curiosity.
During his time in Commorragh, he had witnessed the corruption and depravity of the Dark Eldar. Gradually, an idea had taken root deep in his heart.
Was there a way to save Commorragh?
To save the Dark Eldar who were being "drained" by Slaanesh? To save this fallen, corrupt, hedonistic, and dark people?
As time passed, that ideal was gradually buried deep within Zephlin.
The more he learned about Commorragh and Aeldari history, the more despairing he became.
But here, now!
The ideal that despair had buried within him had actually blossomed with dazzling brilliance among those lowly, filthy half-breeds!
As an adviser, Zephlin had thoroughly studied the ideas promoted by the Freedom Liberation Front.
The more he learned, the more alarmed he became!
Because this ideology "...was exactly the chance to save Commorragh that he had been searching for all along"!
"No! Wake up, Zephlin! Don't let yourself be deceived!"
Suddenly, Zephlin's eyes turned bloodshot as he shook his head hard. "I can't think about this