"Foolish boy... I hope you can introduce even the slightest deviation into the outcome of this bargain..." Oedmeir placed her hopes on Lin Fan, wishing only that he might, by sheer chance, cause Tzeentch's plans to fail.
Within the Webway, Lin Fan also saw the Ynnari forces. Their fleet contained ships of every kind. Yvraine had made no modifications to these Aeldari vessels of differing styles and models, merely painting symbols representing the Aeldari god of death in conspicuous places.
Lin Fan stood aboard the largest Aeldari pleasure craft, with an armored giant standing at his side.
"I thought you'd stay on the planet. Don't you want to rest?" Lin Fan asked the giant.
The fully armed giant raised his faceplate, revealing Perturabo's face. He looked down at Lin Fan and answered his question.
"I'm deeply interested in the Ghoul Stars as well. I wanted to go there during the Great Crusade, but I never had the chance."
Having heard that, Lin Fan said he respected Perturabo's choice. After all, as a Primarch, what could possibly happen to him?
The Ynnari's small fleet sailed through the Webway, where the notion of time grew hazy. Lin Fan did not know how long he had drifted within it. He only knew that, when they emerged from the Webway, everyone had gone through a brutal battle.
The universe split open like a shattered mirror. Fragments of space scattered into the empty void, then dissolved and vanished.
The Ynnari ships burst out from the other side of the breach like perpetrators fleeing the scene, with a vast horde of nightmare-like monsters tightly pursuing them.
These pale-skinned, powerfully built monsters were unforgettable. Their flat faces were split by wide mouths with thin lips, packed with needle-sharp teeth. Their thick, slick tongues could lash out from