The Ups and Downs and Downs and Downs of Aeldari Life

The wraithbone doors of the Wraithbone Hall defensive position on the Biel-Tan Craftworld were shut tight.

Every Psychic Barrier in the corridor beyond had been raised to full power, awaiting the enemy.

Behind their cover, the Craftworld Guardians checked their ammunition again and again, but fear kept spreading. Their knuckles whitened around their guns, and a chill crept up their spines.

Supreme Warhost Commander Morilion stood on the wraithbone steps at the entrance to the Infinity Circuit hall, taking in every warrior's expression below.

The Farseer huddled in a corner, clutching his head with both hands and muttering without pause.

He looked as though he had lost his mind.

Morilion blamed no one.

Fear was a reaction no living creature could suppress.

Under the circumstances, he could not blame anyone.

Valva had told the truth. God's warriors—every word of it was true.

He could steady the ranks by insisting that a Living Saint was still human, but he knew that argument was built on air. When their warriors faced power like that of a god, brave words would mean nothing.

Hurried footsteps sounded from a maintenance corridor beside the Wraithbone Hall passage.

A scout covered in wraithbone dust stumbled out through the maintenance corridor's hidden door.

He gripped the edge of a barricade with both hands and bent over, gasping for breath.

He had run too hard while taking a shortcut back through the ruins of the Spirit Stone Cultivation Site. Wraithbone dust had filled his lungs, leaving him unable to speak.

After catching his breath, the scout wiped the dust from his mouth with his sleeve and looked up at Morilion. His eyes were bloodshot. "Warhost Commander, the intelligence is confirmed."

Every warrior stopped what they were doing and turned toward him.

The scout had brought back the most