The two walked through the corridors of the Soulstone Temple. Before long, they reached a peculiar hall.
The vaulted ceiling of this hall was over thirty meters high and more than twenty meters wide.
It was a straight corridor stretching over three hundred meters toward its far end.
Li Qinwu saw that every dozen or so meters along the walls of this straight corridor, a Construct was embedded there.
These Constructs stood three meters tall. They were lodged in the walls, their hands either gripping two great blades or two long spears, crossed over their chests.
All the Constructs here were Wraith Constructs, the Eldar's most basic type of Construct.
Their bodies were exceptionally slender, and they could move across the battlefield at incredible speed, performing maneuvers unimaginable for the heavy armor of a Terminator.
That was how the Eldar were: low defense, high attack, high speed. Glass cannons.
Their infantry was like that, their vehicles were like that, and even their Titan warships were like that.
Li Qinwu narrowed his eyes and stopped, looking at the row of Constructs lining the walls ahead. There were probably more than a hundred of them.
Some still looked as white as jade. Others seemed covered in dust, their surfaces dim and darkened. Still others appeared to have grown into the Wraithbone walls.
Who knew how many Constructs remained intact, and how many had already vanished into the river of time?
The moment Daal saw those Constructs, she began chanting a string of words in the Aeldari Language.
Li Qinwu, who possessed a fragment of an Eldar soul, understood. Daal was paying her respects to her ancestors.
Every one of those Constructs housed a Spirit Stone. They all contained Eldar deceased from ancient times—her forebears.
After finishing her brief prayer, Daal said to