Biel-Tan had vanished, but this was only the beginning. Yvraine was trying to find their old ally, the Iyanden Craftworld.
Though the two ships were separated by countless light-years, the maze-like paths within the Webway were enough to let them support one another and fight as a single whole.
"But that's the problem... We haven't been able to find even the Iyanden Craftworld. Whether through prophecy or psychic routes, we haven't found the slightest trace of them."
Koens sighed. Yvraine stepped forward, bracing her hands on the table. Her beautiful eyes reflected Lin Fan's image. "Though it's difficult to ask, I still need your help. Help us find Biel-Tan and the Iyanden Craftworld."
"How am I supposed to help? It's not like I can see the future."
"You can't... but she can..."
Lin Fan understood immediately. They wanted Slaanesh to help locate the two missing Craftworlds.
He softly called out to Slaanesh, and her petite body, covered in Ecclesiarchy relics, appeared beside him. After he asked Slaanesh to help search for them, she readily agreed. She leaned close to Yvraine, but could only smell the aura of the Ynnari. Then she turned her gaze toward the pirate Koens.
"Uh... hello, ma'am?" Koens was terrified by Slaanesh's stare. His hands gripped the chair tightly to keep himself from collapsing to the floor, his eyes wide and every muscle in his body tensed.
"It's all right, darling. Just let me have a little sniff." Slaanesh looked at Koens with amusement, then brought her nose close to his face and took a deep breath.
Koens made a choking motion. His mouth hung open as the shadow of his soul was drawn out by Slaanesh's breath, about to enter her body.
"Oops! I forgot how fragile you are. My fault, my fault!" Slaanesh apologetically