Guer Taige's already stern face darkened as though water might drip from it. He clenched the communicator in his hand.
"Attention, all psyker squads! The situation is critical. Use the Soul Stones immediately to increase our warships' speed. We must shake off those utterly detestable human pursuers as quickly as possible!"
Guer Taige's words exploded through the entire Aeldari fleet like a thunderclap, making every senior commander's heart tighten.
They knew full well that they had reached a life-or-death juncture. If they failed to escape the enemy, the consequences would be unthinkable. Everyone would die in this human star system.
"Yes, my lord!"
On every warship in the Aeldari fleet, the psykers responsible for operating the psychic systems answered Guer Taige's command in unison without the slightest hesitation.
These fearless warriors knew that this might be their final chance.
A tall, powerful psyker slowly emerged from each warship in the Aeldari fleet.
Their expressions were solemn, their movements perfectly synchronized, as they reached into their robes and took out the Soul Stones they had prepared long ago. The Soul Stones radiated a mysterious, ancient glow, drawing everyone's gaze like priceless treasures.
Yet the psykers' eyes held neither greed nor desire as they looked at the Soul Stones in their hands, only near-fanatical devotion and resolve.
They knew that once they used a Soul Stone, they would pay with their lives—their souls would be annihilated, and they would vanish from this world forever.
But to the Aeldari, such a death was the most exalted and glorious end.
Countless Aeldari dreamed of ending their lives in this manner, but Soul Stones were far too rare. Only a select few chosen elites were qualified to receive such an honor.
After an Aeldari died, their soul would be devoured and tormented by Slaanesh. It