Lin Fan was walking through a region completely covered in calcified matter. The bones of all manner of creatures littered the ground. Rather than lying loosely piled together, they had been arranged into different combat poses, forming a grand and savage battlefield scene.
From insects to giants, they stood in unnatural, twisted attack stances. The bones here were the finest proof of the Drukhari's status as apex predators of the galaxy.
But Lin Fan knew that was all bullshit.
The Aeldari were only one step away from extinction. Commorragh might look like it was having a wild time now, but its people were also the ones closest to falling into the abyss. They desperately fed on the souls of others to preserve themselves.
Yet that only delayed their demise by a second or two. As their souls decayed, the wounds of their desires would grow ever wider.
Eventually, feeding would no longer be able to mend their fractures. Those who called themselves the rightful heirs of the Imperium would march toward their inevitable extinction.
Lin Fan shook out the black cloak around him. He had gotten it after running into a group of raiders along the way. They had been searching the streets for victims.
Then they had run straight into Lin Fan. He clearly remembered the one who looked like their leader twirling an emerald-green dagger in his hand before licking it with his tongue.
"My dagger is coated in deadly poison~"
Lin Fan had thought that idiot who licked his dagger would die from the poison. Instead, the man merely rolled his eyes and sucked in breaths through his teeth, looking as though he had gotten high.
Lin Fan helplessly watched the raiders attack him. From monomolecular blades to terror grenades, from Splinter Rifles to vaporizer bombs.
Every