Lin Fan's understanding of Aeldari history, along with his far more objective attitude toward them than most humans, caught Isha's attention.
How perfect!
He possessed powerful, unknown strength, understood Aeldari history, and even held a trace of sympathy for the Aeldari.
Isha had once secretly extended an offer of alliance to The Emperor before his rise, but that golden giant who saw himself as a mere mortal held deep wariness toward everything in the Warp. He was interested only in Aeldari technology and utterly indifferent to their culture and gods.
Faced with The Emperor's vigilance, Isha could only let out a quiet sigh. She watched him bury the deeply flawed Thunder Warriors; watched him launch the mighty Great Crusade and slaughter his own children along the way; watched the Webway Project he had painstakingly managed collapse. These tragedies could have been avoided.
Opportunity did not come twice. Isha did not hesitate for long before placing all her hopes of escaping Nurgle's Garden on Lin Fan. She devoted all the abundant life force she had converted through tasting the soup to aiding Lin Fan's efforts. From Gold Kela that yielded eighteen hundred catties per mu to the Tree of Life that blotted out the sky, all were her works.
Now, Lin Fan had finally come before Isha through a convergence of circumstances, and under his influence, even the vicious Slaanesh had become much gentler.
Thinking this, Isha looked at Lin Fan with a hopeful smile in her eyes.
Isha cautiously glanced at Nurgle, then used song to shape a suit of Wraithbone armor around herself. The armor was white and lustrous, patterned like tree bark. It clung tightly to Isha's body, displaying her perfect figure with absolute clarity.
Lin Fan could not help wanting to complain. Aeldari bodysuits always gave him