Trazyn tapped his scepter against the ground, and his body rose into four-dimensional space. Just as a three-dimensional being could see everything in a two-dimensional image at once, he could now observe every part of this planet from a subtle angle.
From inside to out, from great to small, endless details lay before him, yet he felt none of the fatigue or tedium of observation.
"Ah... there you are." Trazyn gestured lightly at the infinitely unfolding world and found the uninvited guests. A group of disguised Aeldari elites was infiltrating the vicinity of the blackstone array Trazyn had laid out. It seemed they were after the obelisk.
"Ah... that childish lot and their prophetic abilities again... When will they learn to respect their elders?"
Trazyn took a few steps through four-dimensional space and arrived in the unfolded hall. As he lowered his dimensional state, he suddenly appeared behind the Aeldari elite squad.
An Aeldari warlock, a squad of Howling Banshees, two squads of Dire Avengers, and concealed Warp Spiders. They could have faced Space Marine Chapters head-on, yet these fools had chosen to steal Trazyn's belongings and ruin his reputation.
"Enemy! Behind us! Banshees, destroy him!"
The Aeldari warlock sensed Trazyn the instant he appeared. She did not even turn around. Instead, she raised her staff high, and violent psychic power enhanced the warriors' senses, making their reactions and strength even greater.
"Boring."
The Spirit-Repelling Death Domain activated, forcibly severing the Warp from reality within this area. A bizarre sensation, as though their souls were being torn away from their bodies, spread through every Aeldari. The warlock instantly became incomparably weak. She dropped to her knees, her eyes vacant as she stared blankly at her hands, her body swaying.
The Banshees forced themselves to remain standing and let out even