After countless sacrifices and the suppression of so much hatred, the Milky Way had finally found peace. Every race could cast off the shadow of war and enjoy the gentle breeze of peace beneath the faint light of the Day of Hope.
Countless factories began adjusting their production lines, throwing weapons and ammunition into furnaces for destruction before producing equipment that could improve people's lives.
Though slow, it was indeed a momentous change worth celebrating.
As the civilization occupying the largest territory in the Milky Way, the Imperium of Man found this transformation difficult enough to give both the Primarchs and The Emperor a headache. Fortunately, the Warp's former filth had already been devoured by Lin Fan, and purity like that of old could be seen everywhere. They only needed to consider improvement, not corruption.
If there was still any regret...
It was that none of the living beings who had died in the War in Heaven could be remembered or mourned. The only proof that they had ever existed was a few scant lines in the Necrontyr Library.
The Subjective One could not save the past. He could only save the present.
Only two relatively active gods remained in the Warp: Isha, mistress of life and desire, and the God-Emperor, master of piety and sanctity.
Ynnead, the Aeldari god of death, quietly faded away. He had been born from the Aeldari's apocalyptic fate of extinction; once the Aeldari had hope of life again, he no longer had anything to sustain his existence.
If one day the Aeldari once more neared extinction, then a new chosen god of death would arise to carry out Ynnead's will.
Isha lived in an enormous garden where countless living creatures roamed. The flowers growing everywhere did not spew disgusting, foul-smelling juices. Instead, they scattered