Internal Strife

"They're all here."

Qin Xa lightly pinched the Spirit Stone and raised it above his head, examining it by the light.

There were illumination devices in the Dark City, their light no different from that of a star. As the glow passed through the Spirit Stone, countless specks of light formed from souls shimmered within it.

The souls of over ten thousand Dark Eldar resided inside, awaiting judgment from the owner of the Spirit Stone.

An ordinary Spirit Stone could never contain so many souls, but this one had been given to him by Uslan. The old Farseer had presented this special Spirit Stone to his comrade while the two traveled through the Webway to Commorragh.

Thinking of the Spirit Stone's origins and the sort of person its giver was, Qin Xa could not help suspecting that Uslan had left a "back door" in it—perhaps allowing him to steal the souls within as easily as reaching into his pocket.

Yet no matter how many times Qin Xa had sensed and examined it, then or now, he could only confirm that it was merely a Spirit Stone capable of holding many souls.

"This was a gift I prepared long ago. I originally intended it to hold the souls of those you cherished."

"You needn't worry that I tampered with it."

Uslan suddenly teleported behind Qin Xa.

The old Farseer held a Pocket Universe device in his hands, identical in appearance to the ancient Eldar Empire artifact hanging from Qin Xa's waist.

Qin Xa only needed one glance to know that Uslan must have found plenty of good things in Commorragh.

In truth, that was not the case.

Uslan's Pocket Universe contained only Yvraine, along with several like-minded people he had found in Commorragh after teleporting away from Angron with Yvraine. There