"Slaanesh!"
"They're Slaanesh daemons!!"
"The Dark Prince!"
"It's over, it's over. The spirit stone network can no longer protect our souls. I can feel our souls being watched by the Dark Prince."
The moment they recalled anything related to the Dark Prince, they felt as though they had been stripped completely naked before him. The Dark Prince was watching them now, laughing cruelly as he selected suitable souls from among them.
Boom!
Another explosion rang out.
Even the core region began to collapse.
The ancient, weathered prophecy of the ancestral spirits grew from the earth.
Worlds covered in runes stretched toward the sky like great trees.
"Run!"
"Run, quickly!"
When the ancestral spirits within the Craftworld Aeldari saw that the Aeldari faced the danger of extinction, they stepped forward without hesitation.
They did not wish to die. They did not seek greatness.
Rather, compared to those frail Aeldari, their souls burned here like thirty blazing stars, ensuring that the Dark Prince's gaze would not fall upon those ordinary stars for the moment.
Even if they wished to flee, they could not escape once the Dark Prince had fixed his gaze upon them.
So rather than allow their people to perish completely, they might as well make use of what remained of themselves.
"Run. Run. As long as you live, there is still hope."
The difference between the Craftworld Aeldari and the Dark Eldar was that the Craftworld Aeldari still retained their humanity—or at least, they still possessed compassion for their own people.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield in space.
The patrol squads had already approached the Gamma Fleet and successfully boarded its main warships. Wolfe, captain of those Gamma Fleet patrol squads, sensed a disturbance among the ancestral spirits. Something seemed to have alarmed them, causing them to gather above the