The Visarch opened his mouth, wanting to persuade Yvraine.
She had already paid enough for her people.
And everyone had seen everything she had done.
She did not need to do this anymore.
But when the words reached his lips, he did not know how to say them. Yvraine had initially only been rebellious, but now she had gradually grown into someone capable of standing on her own, willing to give up certain things for certain choices.
That had once been utterly impossible.
"Alright!"
"I'll help you, Yvraine."
The Visarch swiftly used his molecular blade to cut open the cage before him.
Then—
The Archon's guards' footsteps began to grow denser. With their keen senses, they could hear the concentrated footfalls of those guards.
"Leave first. Someone is waiting for you at the entrance. Don't look back!" The Visarch gripped his molecular daggers in both hands. This weapon had already become a part of his body. With nimble movements, he swiftly vanished from before Yvraine. Such agile motions were absolutely beyond what a Wych warrior could achieve.
"Damn it, they broke into the prison! Don't let them get away! Stop them!"
"The Visarch!"
"Leave it to me, just like before!"
The Visarch faithfully carried out his duty of protecting Yvraine. Through countless acts of protection, he had given everything for Yvraine, all so that she could see all he had done.
Yvraine turned and left. Other Ynnari who had been secretly protecting her emerged from the shadows.
"We don't have much time. The Craftworld Aeldari have already made their move."
The Ynnari at Yvraine's side reported to her. They had no time left to wait for an opportunity, because the Craftworld Aeldari had already acted. Their time was running out.
While they still had the chance.
They had to stop