Lilith

Two solar hours passed in the cave.

The gate suddenly opened, and a squad of Dark Eldar security personnel shoved an Eldar woman into the cave.

Angron looked at the Eldar.

She seemed very poor, because only three parts of her entire body were covered by scraps of cloth.

Angron closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, instantly seeing through the thoughts of those Dark Eldar.

The scarcely clothed woman was called Lilith.

She had just been sold into the Arena. She had once served as a warrior in a Conspiracy Coven. Her skills were decent, but she was not particularly shrewd.

And the clothes on her body had been arranged by the Arena.

The reason surfaced in the minds of the security personnel: a beautiful, pale body being hacked open and torn apart in the Arena, then having its neck snapped and limbs ripped off by a brutal opponent—such a scene would surely excite the audience.

"Lilith..."

Angron remembered, his thoughts drifting back to the days after The Emperor arrived on Nuceria, before he joined the Great Crusade, when his father had taught him much knowledge.

During that time, his father had mentioned the Eldar, that important Xenos Race, as well as Ynnead, the God of Death, Yvraine, chosen of the God of Death, and naturally, the person who had indirectly caused Yvraine to become Ynnead's chosen.

That person was Lilith.

A crazed, scarcely clothed female warrior.

Remembering this, Angron examined Lilith until the security personnel shut the gate.

"Do you like the accommodations specially arranged for you, Your Highness?" one security officer sneered as he closed the gate.

Angron had long sensed that this cave had been prepared for him, so he did not care at all and continued studying Lilith.

Lilith's face was full of hatred.