The universe had always been chaotic. War and slaughter reached every corner, and for mortals to live out their lives in peace was already no easy thing.
But the warfare in the Ghoul Stars opened even the well-traveled Yvraine's eyes.
Leaving aside the monsters lurking within the shattered Webway, the light cast by the Dying Star alone made this region cold and unnerving.
Within that miserable glimmer, one could almost hear the dying star coughing. At the boundary between light and darkness, mighty hunters prowled as well, hungrily searching for something to devour.
The Ynnari had only just cleared out the ghouls when they came under attack from other monsters.
The colossal beast dwarfed every Ynnari vessel. The gaps between its fangs were packed with the remains of the dead, while dense swarms of unknown insects lived amid the carcasses, cleaning its teeth like dentists.
Watching the little insects cheerfully clear away scraps with remarkable efficiency while gnawing through metal, Yvraine decided to avoid these dangerous beasts.
They had come here to find someone, not to wage war.
Drifting amid the wreckage of shattered planets, Yvraine and her kin used psychic divination to foresee what lay ahead and seek out a sufficiently safe route.
Divination was meticulous and complicated work. Not everyone among the Craftworld Aeldari was qualified to take part in it. As for the Drukhari, who had abandoned the psychic path, there was even less need to mention them. They lived only for present pleasures and often mocked the Craftworld Aeldari's supposedly meaningless divinations.
After enough divinations, every seer arrived at the same conclusion.
The future depended on choices made in the present, but this rule applied only to trivial, minor events. When divining the future of a race or the state of the Milky Way, it ceased