Run?
Where could she run to?
She had already been chosen by the Eldar god of death. One day in the future, she was destined to sacrifice herself and make the final choice to kill Slaanesh.
Her life had been given to her by Ynnead. She had no other choice.
So, after hesitating, she ultimately turned down Savich's invitation.
Her goal had always been to end Slaanesh.
And now, Slaanesh was destroying the Eldar in another way. She had to gather all the Crone Swords faster. So, she had only one choice now.
Temporarily give up on the idea of saving the Eldar.
Craftworld Biel-Tan had already been destroyed, and these Eldar would learn of the news as well. Things had reached this point between the Eldar and the other side; reconciliation was absolutely impossible.
And regardless of what she thought, she could only stand from the Eldar's perspective. She could no longer view these matters from Gamma World's perspective, even if the war had been started by the Eldar.
"How many of our people are left?"
"When I left, they were escaping the core. There probably aren't many left on the battlefield now, only some patrol personnel. This world must have sent too many Eldar warriors over, leaving far fewer warriors there."
"We're leaving."
Yvraine was not one of those Eldar who hesitated endlessly, unable to tell what was important from what was not. After all, she had left the Eldar when she was young and gone to Dark Eldar territory, becoming part of the arena and fighting there for so long.
Her father might die.
But compared to the future of the entire race, she knew she was doing something meaningful.
"Commander!"
The Ynnari who followed her emerged from the Webway gate behind her. They had rescued The