Yvraine could see things in them that others could not.
After all, she was effectively a vessel for Ynnead, the Eldar god of the dead who had yet to be resurrected.
Even Ynnead was a god of the Warp, and any god of the Warp could sense what Cisrain and the others had done.
Every race, guided by countless emotions, would eventually give birth to gods belonging to that race.
Take The Emperor, for example. What The Emperor represented was, in truth, the god of humanity.
The Eldar had their own gods as well. The four Chaos Gods merely represented the most powerful cosmic authorities held in the hands of those four evil gods.
Yet Gamma World had somehow imprisoned the gods they had worshipped—or perhaps even killed them.
Gods like these were generally tied to the fate of their people. Such gods could protect them and lead them toward greater strength. Though these gods would ultimately harvest the souls of those who believed in them, that was their instinct, as well as the nature of the Warp itself. Yet Gamma World had clearly stripped certain fundamental qualities from the Warp.
No new gods would be born within such a Gamma World, nor was there any possibility of souls being claimed by gods there.
What a strange race.
Still, since this race had achieved such tremendous changes, some of their methods seemed only natural.
She just did not know whether her bargaining chip could move them.
"Lord of Gamma World, supreme ruler of human Gamma World."
After the meaningless formalities, Gamma World had no intention of continuing the pleasantries.
"You wish to negotiate with us?"
"This is not a negotiation. It is cooperation."
As the mind of the Eldar Ynnari, she understood deeply that negotiations required both sides to offer