The Dusk Voyager, flagship of the Aeldari Fleet of Craftworld Lona
Deep within the magnificent vessel of the Aeldari Craftworld, built like an immense living crystal, Supreme Farseer Xinaniels slowly awoke from a profound spirit vision in the most secluded Sanctum of Foresight.
Her slender, almost translucent fingers withdrew from the Psychic Focus Stone floating before her, which radiated a gentle glow. Beneath her ornate, jewel-studded helmet came a barely audible sigh, heavy with exhaustion and dread.
Several days earlier, a prophetic Ritual that had demanded immense mental effort had revealed a vision of the future that would make any Aeldari soul tremble:
In her spiritual sight, countless Craftworlds, the vast arks carrying the last embers of Aeldari civilization, were being consumed by unquenchable psychic flames.
Beneath a burning sky, an enormous dark gray Battle Standard bearing the insignia of the Word Bearers stood like a monument to humiliation above the scorched ruins of the Aeldari homeland.
And in the shadow of that banner, which represented humanity's Word Bearers, a female figure with strange, long gray hair walked beside countless giants clad in dark gray Power Armour.
That figure radiated an inhuman aura of utterly cold rationality. Wherever she passed, the ancient Aeldari wraithbone networks wailed as though confronted by their natural predator.
Countless psychic imprints containing millions of years of Aeldari history and knowledge were forcibly extracted and copied through some incomprehensible method, reduced to cold streams of data...
The prophetic vision faded, but its piercing chill remained in the depths of Xinaniels's soul.
Forcing down her turbulent emotions, she sank her consciousness into the river of Fate once more, seeking the source of this catastrophe and its precise timing among the tributaries of countless possibilities.
After an arduous effort to trace it back, she finally isolated one highly