The Convenience of Empathic Connection

Everyone charged to the edge of the Arena, stopping in the passage just one step away from its exit.

Everyone knew that leaving this passage would take them beyond the Arena, but they also knew perfectly well that freedom was not waiting outside. A greater trial was.

The Blood Drinkers could not help recalling the beginning of the Nuceria Uprising War, when they had fought their way out of the Arena. They had felt the same way then.

Compared to the hell outside, the Arena was still a relatively less hellish corner of hell.

The joy of victory and the beautiful anticipation of escaping the Arena were all worn away by the lingering rationality of intelligent beings.

Negative emotions began to spread.

"How are we supposed to survive in Commorragh after leaving the Arena?"

A Xenos Angron had never seen before spoke up to ask the group.

It looked like a mechanical jellyfish.

When it spoke, those nearby could seemingly hear the electric currents of its logic chips at work.

"We were too rash..."

"There must be Eldar armies and warships everywhere outside. We can't hold out alone."

"Everywhere is hell! Everywhere in this damned place is hell! We're already dead anyway. Since we're going to die, why not kill a few Eldar bastards first?"

When a Xenos from a warlike species spoke and drew everyone's attention, the Craftworld Eldar stepped forward to stress something.

"They are Eldar degenerates, the Dark Kin, not Eldar bastards."

"No difference. Are you saying you don't commit evil too? Humans, you people, you're all the same. You commit atrocities everywhere and slaughter one race after another."

"Don't forget you're in Commorragh, idiot. We humans didn't build this place! Besides, you should be condemning the Imperium, not the rest of us human factions."

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