By the time the Savage Eldar carried Qin Mo up to the very top of the tree on foot, night had already fallen.
At the crown of the giant tree, enveloped in a blue warm current, stood the mansion of Tukalon, leader of the Savage Eldar Nami Tribe.
Tukalon's mansion looked like an ordinary treehouse, except that it had been built at the very top.
His tribespeople's treehouses were scattered all around the crown of the giant tree. They built wherever there was space.
These Savage Eldar, whose enthusiasm was not without reason, lit bonfires and provided Qin Mo with everything their tribal leader could enjoy.
Some exquisitely gem-like fruits.
A platter of meat that could be roasted over the bonfire.
"Get us something that can get us high." Holding his helmet, Usulan smiled as he put an arm around a Savage Eldar girl and winked toward the top of the tree.
The girl immediately understood and ran to pluck a fruit from the tree that looked like a helmet.
Usulan placed the fruit over his head. Psychic Power rippled through the air, and then an illusion appeared before him.
The fruit's effect was to directly show its user whatever they most wished to see.
Within the illusion, humans, Eldar, Necrons, T'au, C'tan, Eldar Gods... every orderly species in the Real Universe that sought survival and a future had united.
Farseers unleashed their Psychic Power to foresee the course of the war. The Necrons' mighty Living Metal warriors advanced through burning worlds, while Space Marines descended in drop pods and crashed into the Demon Army.
Usulan truly had gotten high. He saw what he most wanted to see within the illusion, and his entire being sank into the false world created by the fruit.
As time passed, the helmet-shaped fruit