Cold fury filled the sanctum, almost tangible.
Supreme Farseer Xinaniels stood at the center of the psychic focal point. She could clearly sense the elite souls sent aboard the human warships guttering like candles in a gale, dissipating one after another with agonized cries into the background noise of the warp.
"Farseer, the strike force has been wiped out." An Aeldari Bishop reported over the comms, his voice trembling, confirming her worst fears.
"I already know." Xinaniels's voice was ethereal and cold, but the grief and fury within it made the Aeldari warriors around her bow their heads.
The loss of her kin brought sorrow, but the humans' resolute resistance, and the terrifying power that construct had displayed, far beyond their estimates, ignited the anger she had suppressed.
"These ignorant monkeys... dare to trample the dignity of life and resist the guidance of fate." Her voice suddenly rose, carrying the authority of a pronouncement of judgment.
"If they insist on embracing destruction, then grant their wish! Unleash the Wrath of Khaine upon these blasphemers!"
At her command, the vast Aeldari fleet began to maneuver with lethal grace, like a flock of hunting birds spreading their wings beneath the stars.
Even stronger psychic fluctuations gathered in the void. The fabric of space began to groan beneath the unbearable strain as a devastating warp storm took shape, aimed at the heart of the Imperial Fleet.
The Bridge of the Law of Faith
Almost the instant the psychic storm began to gather, Lorgar Aurelian felt its soul-shaking pressure.
His gaze pierced the viewport, fixing on the immense Craftworld at the very heart of the distant Aeldari formation, where the psychic radiance shone brightest.
"The enemy's Farseer is the key! Cut off the serpent's head, and its body will collapse!" Lorgar's voice thundered through