A month passed amid intense preparations for war.
Such a span of time meant nothing to everything beyond Pandora. The Tyran Navy had just completely withdrawn from the Webway and erased every entrance and exit leading to the Webway where Commorragh lay.
Large numbers of Iron Men had just been deployed from the Iron Man Hive Ship and continued fighting in the devastated Commorragh.
The Transport Ships carrying the army and the naval fleet were preparing to return to the sector.
Those high-ranking officials had only just learned from Scholar that the Lord of Tyran and the Usulan Prophet were unharmed. They had merely landed on a very distant planet, where they were doing something.
The independent Iron Man Hive Ship had just detected another Tyranid hive fleet and, entirely following the Iron Men's preset logic, dispatched an Iron Man fleet to clear out the Tyranids.
Meanwhile, within Pandora, the Savage Eldar of the tribe had already settled into their new routines.
Across the mountains where the giant tree stood, vast stretches of forest had been cleared, and fortresses rose from the ground one after another.
Around twenty thousand Eldar had transformed from farmers and herders into warriors and producers of war materiel.
Though the Eldar had become as weak as a flame that could be snuffed out by a cold wind at any moment, they were war resources created by the Old Ones. Like the Greenskins, they possessed certain advantages: strong bodies, rapid learning ability, and great mental resilience. Women who had done nothing but gather fruit every day a month ago quickly learned how to ride dragons and stab things, then adapted to and accepted that they would live as warriors for the rest of their long lives.
During the period before the battle began, every member of