Lin Fan looked at Many-Faced, wanting to say something, but Slaanesh behind him suddenly leaped up, straddled his neck, hugged his head, and spoke first.
"My darling tastes much better than you lot."
Though Many-Faced wore a helmet that concealed his face entirely, Lin Fan still felt certain his facial muscles had twitched violently.
It was a profound sorrow.
Their species' mortal enemy stood right before them, utterly unconcerned with their struggles and efforts. So long as her attention was drawn elsewhere, their species' extinction would be delayed.
This sorrowful gift and mercy left Many-Faced in pain and confusion.
"I'll be waiting for you to come kill me~" Slaanesh said cheerfully, utterly unconcerned by how devastating her indifferent attitude was to Many-Faced. Perhaps she did it deliberately. After all, she was not stupid; she simply preferred doing as she pleased.
"We will."
Yvraine placed a hand against Many-Faced's back. She stared at Slaanesh with grave determination, tightly gripping the Cronesword Slaanesh had given her.
"But aren't you still missing one? Hurry along, darling." Slaanesh waved a hand, then smilingly hugged Lin Fan's head and said nothing more.
Yvraine did not know how she had endured Slaanesh's contempt. She closed her eyes and sat to one side, turning her face away so Slaanesh would not remain in her sight.
The meeting with the Ynnari had ended. After speaking with Lin Fan, Yvraine had reached only one conclusion: they had to stab Slaanesh to death.
Even if they could only kill the Aeldari god within her, that would be enough. Their species had endured Slaanesh's playthings for far too long. They had to break free of Slaanesh's control over their race, even if the other gods might perish as a result.
"The gods have been consumed and digested by her. Living is