Craftworld Eldar
Inside the Craftworld, the Wraithbone dome supports a vast space, simulating a sky with blue skies and white clouds.
The sunlight, filtered through the Wraithbone, became soft and warm, scattering across the lush forest.
Crystal-clear Psionic Energy lakes and neatly arranged farmland are scattered throughout the landscape.
The dwellings of the Eldar are built along the spiritual veins, and are all exquisite and elegant Wraithbone buildings.
With smooth lines and simple patterns, it is engraved with the runes and epics of the Ancient Eldar.
The air was filled with the refreshing scent of Psionic Energy fluctuations, peaceful and serene.
There was no noise, no killing, no looting, only tranquility and solemnity.
Everywhere you look, you see the elegance and heritage of the Ancient Eldar, a world completely different from the Commorragh.
At the heart of the Craftworld is the sanctuary where the High Council resides, crafted from pure white Wraithbone.
The towering spire reaches straight to the Craftworld's ceiling, surrounded by six branch towers.
Each tower corresponds to a branch of the Craftworld Eldar, solemn and sacred.
This is where the Craftworld Eldar hold the highest authority; decisions about the survival of the race are made here.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the council hall of the sanctuary was extremely heavy, so oppressive that it was suffocating.
The supreme ruler of the Craftworld Eldar, the Great Prophet Yidalan, sat enthroned in the council seat.
He wore a white robe embroidered with star runes, his face was old but his eyes were clear.
Her full head of silver hair was tied back, and her body was surrounded by a faint aura of Psionic Energy.
That is the wisdom accumulated over thousands of years, and the manifestation of powerful Psionic Energy.
On either side of the council sat prophets holding Force Staff and Aspect Warrior leaders clad in armor.
There are also wise men who oversee the lineage's heritage; each of them is a core member of the Craftworld Eldar.
Everyone wore solemn expressions and remained silent; the air was thick with the oppressive atmosphere of an impending storm.
Not long ago, the Seer Council of the Craftworld Eldar also sensed the anomaly on the other side of the starry sky.
The terrifying fluctuations of the C'tan's resurgence and its instantaneous suppression clearly entered the Psionic Energy perception of every high-ranking prophet.
Unlike the Dark Eldar, the Craftworld Eldar have a more profound control over prophecy and are more sensitive to crises.
That overwhelming human power made the entire Craftworld Eldar feel a profound sense of crisis.
"Everyone, I'm sure you all sensed the power fluctuations just now."
The great prophet Yidalan spoke slowly, his voice resonating with Psionic Energy, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.
"A force powerful enough to shake the Milky Way revived, only to be suppressed by the Imperium of Man in an instant."
"Humans today are no longer the weak race we once knew."
The high-ranking Eldar below nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with undisguised solemnity.
The Craftworld Eldar once regarded humans as a barbaric, primitive, and newly emerged race, and looked down upon them.
Even though the Imperium of Man had a vast territory, it never truly took it seriously.
The Eldar, relying on their ancient heritage, powerful Psionic Energy, and exquisite armor and weapons, have always considered themselves superior.
But now, the strength displayed by the Imperium of Man has completely shattered their preconceived notions.
That overwhelming power made the proud Eldar feel a deadly threat for the first time.
"The Seer Council are ready to begin the ultimate prophecy and predict the future of our Eldar and humanity."
"The search for the truth about the survival of our people must be conducted with utmost care and without error."
Yidalan stood up, raised his hands, and his psionic Psionic Energy began to surge.
A massive ancient prophecy array slowly emerged from the floor in the center of the hall.
The runes shimmered with a soft light, connecting to the Psionic Energy wellspring at the core of the Craftworld, sacred and vast.
The prophets rose and stood around the prophecy circle, their expressions solemn.
Each person channeled their own Psionic Energy, continuously injecting it into the magic array.
In an instant, the entire council hall was completely enveloped in brilliant Psionic Energy light.
Ancient runes flowed rapidly, transcending the barriers of time and space, exploring the trajectory of the future.
An attempt to uncover the inescapable ultimate fate between humanity and the Eldar.
At the same time, a dark prophecy array was also activated in the Prophet's Temple of the Dark Eldar Commorragh.
The crimson Psionic Energy surged and churned, eerie and violent, echoing the sacred Psionic Energy of the Craftworlds.
Despite their mutual animosity and millennia-long war, the two major branches of the Eldar race have embarked on the same prophetic path at this moment due to a shared crisis.
The prophetic light lasted for several hours, a long and agonizing ordeal.
In the Craftworld Council hall, cold sweat beaded on the foreheads of the prophets, their faces pale from the immense depletion of their Psionic Energy.
Yet they persevered through gritted teeth, daring not to slacken in the slightest, all for the sake of glimpsing a sliver of the future.
Finally, the light of the magic circle reached its peak, and the vision of the future was clearly revealed through Psionic Energy.
The first thing that comes to mind is an endless golden torrent sweeping across the Milky Way.
Those were the Ultramarines of the Imperium of Man, a full million warriors clad in blue-gold Power Armour.
Like a torrent of steel, they stormed into the Webway portal of the Craftworlds without warning.
They wielded Bolter and Power Sword, the Imperial Aquila emblem on their armor gleaming.
With resolute eyes and overwhelming fighting spirit, he charged directly into the heart of the Craftworlds without the slightest hesitation.
The Ultramarines ' Power Armour withstood the Craftworld Eldar's Psionic Energy barrage, proving itself indestructible.
Their combat skills were precise and ruthless; each swing of their swords could take the life of an Eldar warrior.
The bombs roared and tore apart the Eldar's exquisite architecture, destroying the Psionic Energy defense array.
The once tranquil and peaceful Craftworlds was instantly transformed into a living hell, filled with cries of agony.
The Eldar's Psionic Energy attacks had little effect against the Ultramarines ' enhanced armor.
The Aspect Warrior fought desperately, but they still couldn't stop the Imperium warriors who surged like a tide.
The emerald green Psionic Energy light intertwined with the golden battle intent, ultimately being completely swallowed up by the endless gold.
The once glorious Craftworlds has been reduced to scorched wasteland under the iron heel of humanity.
Immediately afterwards, the scene shifts to another legion of a million Ultramarines storming into the Commorragh.
The crimson twilight of the Dark City was completely dispelled by the golden battle intent of the Ultramarines.
These human warriors ignored the Dark Eldar's brutal traps and soul-draining attacks.
Like a god of war descending to earth, they unleashed a frenzied and merciless slaughter in the dark city.
The speed and assassination skills that the Dark Eldar prided themselves on are utterly ineffective against absolute power and discipline.
The arena, the territory of the Kabal, and the Temple of the Prophet were all destroyed and reduced to rubble.
Commorragh, this eternally dark city, has fallen into unprecedented destruction and deathly silence.
The homelands of the two Eldar were completely destroyed by the Ultramarines of the Imperium of Man, leaving rivers of blood.
The clan has withered and its lineage has been severed, but this is not the end of the prophecy.
In the scene, Slaanesh is completely awakened by the wailing and extreme pain of the Eldar's destruction.
This Chaos Gods, who controls Pleasure and pain, could no longer stand idly by.
The colossal body of the Chaos Gods traversed the Warp, descending upon the battlefield with boundless malevolent power.
They wanted to stop the Imperium of Man's slaughter, protect the surviving Eldar, and turn the tide of the war.
But at that moment, a blue-gold figure appeared out of thin air, majestic and powerful.
He exuded an aura of power surpassing even that of gods, sweeping across the void and intimidating everything.
Without uttering a word, he raised his hand and delivered two extremely sharp slaps, striking Slaanesh's body hard.
Slaanesh let out a shrill scream, his massive, Chaos Gods body being slapped backward.
The Chaos Gods's power, a mixture of Pleasure and pain, was as fragile as paper before this figure.
Before Slaanesh could react, another dazzling golden figure sped over.
He was surrounded by the sacred aura of Emperor, radiating boundless light, and was not to be trifled with.
He leaped up and kicked Slaanesh hard in the body with tremendous force.
They kicked this Chaos Gods straight back into the depths of Warp, and he never dared to show himself again.
The power of the Imperium of Man has become so formidable that even the Chaos Gods cannot contend with it.
Overwhelmed by all, unmatched, destined to become the ruler of the Milky Way.
The prophetic imagery then vanished, Craftworlds Parliament Hall and the Commorragh Supreme Chamber fell into a deathly silence.
A deathly silence fell, so profound that even breathing could be heard clearly; fear and despair permeated the air.
The Craftworld Eldar High Prophet Yidalan trembled slightly, his clear eyes filled with despair and resentment.
He looked at the pale-faced senior officials in the parliament, his voice hoarse and heavy.
"The prophecy has already revealed that the day the Imperium of Man rises will be the day our Eldar perish."
"They will raze our homes and slaughter our people; even the Chaos Gods cannot stop them."
Vect, the leader of the Dark Eldar, clenched his fists, veins bulging, his crimson eyes churning with rage and fear.
Looking down at the still-fanatical Commorragh, he felt a profound sense of powerlessness for the first time.
The prey they once were has now become terrifying hunters capable of utterly annihilating them.
The leadership teams of the two great Eldar had only one thought in mind.
We must attack the Imperium of Man ahead of time to break this prophecy of death.
We must not sit idly by and allow our people to face utter annihilation.
Neither the Craftworld Eldar nor the Dark Eldar could accept the Destiny of being slaughtered by humans.
Even though the Imperium of Man is now incredibly powerful, they will fight to the death.
To strike first and sever this destiny of destruction before the complete rise of the Imperium of Man.
The gaze travels across endless galaxies back to the edge of the Imperium of Man's territory, where a fierce confrontation unfolds.