Scheming

"Please help me see what she just went through."

Uslan sent the message to the Primarch beside him through psychic power.

Angron placed a hand on Uslan's shoulder and conveyed everything he sensed to him.

Yvraine's death and resurrection took only a minute or two, but to Yvraine, it had been an incredibly long journey.

Across the stars, across the past and the future.

Wandering and drifting through the river of time.

Scene after scene from the ancient Eldar Empire left Yvraine utterly awestruck.

She saw just how prosperous and powerful her ancestors' civilization had been.

The ancient Eldar Empire occupied the center of the galaxy and most of its territory. Even humanity at its peak had only established a loosely united power in one corner of the galaxy. Though vast and threatening in its own right, it was still far inferior.

Yet the ancient Eldar Empire ignored humanity's growth, not because they still believed ancient humanity posed no threat, but because they simply could not be bothered with such matters.

The ancient Eldar Empire was like an enormous Commorragh.

Indulgence and pleasure were the dominant themes of society. The acts born of such excess were pushed to such absurd extremes that low-sensation creatures like humans could never have conceived of them, no matter how far they pushed their limits.

At the Empire's fringes, some outcasts believed the Eldar were inevitably headed for decline, that unrestrained indulgence would surely bring ruin. They left the Empire, created roaming worlds called Craftworlds, and began to wander.

The Fall erupted.

Slaanesh was born. Its immense power destroyed an empire that had held an overwhelming advantage over nearly every other species in the galaxy. Countless Eldar died then, their souls devoured by Slaanesh.

Then came the fall of the Gods.

The Eldar Gods were