What happened?
I was eating hot pot and singing songs—how did the ship suddenly capsize?
Yvraine seemed to have just sent a message saying that a Webway passage had been sealed off by an external force. After discussing it, they had decided to take another route to Cadia.
Lin Fan had originally suggested that he simply punch through the blocked Webway passage. But Yvraine and the Aeldari seers refused.
Looking at it now, I should have been more forceful.
Did these Aeldari drive the ship around a bend and straight through the guardrail?
Lin Fan had no idea. He blinked and crawled out from beneath the ruins of a collapsed Wraithbone spire. The dome that sealed out the void had also been torn open by a huge breach, and blood poured through the cracks like a waterfall, crashing onto the gleaming white Wraithbone floor of the Biel-Tan craftworld.
It reminded Lin Fan of the pot of hot pot he had just mixed up with Promethium. He had barely taken two bites before being buried beneath the rubble.
"Did we ram straight into a Webway barrier?" Lin Fan called into a plainly designed psychic ornament. Yvraine's voice did not come through. Instead, his ears were battered by furious roars of betrayal.
The rubble trembled several times before exploding outward. Chunks of stone and debris shot high into the air, then fell into the blood pool that was beginning to take shape.
Several powerfully built Primarchs leaped from the ruins. Though they were filthy and disheveled, none had been hurt by the collapse.
"Do the Aeldari even know how to pilot a ship?" Perturabo could not help complaining at the sight of Biel-Tan's devastation. "The damage from this collision is far worse than fighting those Webway ghouls."
Perturabo activated every communication device