They drifted through the Webway, still evading the pursuit of Commorragh's kabals. Their destruction in Commorragh had enraged kabals great and small, and Drazhar, the Master of Blades, was determined to take Yvraine's head.
Just then, Many-Faced sensed a tremor from Wraithbone. He guided the newly formed Ynnari toward its source and used the other half of the Wraithbone fragment to carve open a new breach in the Webway.
Only then could they enter realspace and catch their breath.
Yet Yvraine was not tired. She eagerly asked Lin Fan about the whereabouts of the fifth Cronesword.
"Seer! What did you witness in the palace of the Lord of Desire? Did you find the fifth Cronesword?" Yvraine's eyes shone brightly, as though all hope for the revival of her people rested upon him.
Looking at Yvraine's unusually radiant smile, Lin Fan merely told her to calm down first.
How was he supposed to tell her the explosive news that Slaanesh had become his wife? Should he just tell her outright? There was no point in hiding it anyway. He might as well call Slaanesh over too.
"Let's talk in the room specifically meant for meetings."
Lin Fan summoned the important people on the planet and met with the Ynnari in the conference room of the newly built fortress.
Priest Delia, Commissar Cain, Oedmeir, and Perturabo were all brought into the conference room. Colonel Erika and her Krieg soldiers were responsible for security and guard duty.
Humans sat on one side of the square conference table, while the Ynnari sat on the other.
Lin Fan sat at one of the relatively narrow ends of the table, making him the center of the meeting. Perturabo sat beside him, the suspicion in his eyes plain for all to see.
Yvraine sat opposite them, warily