"Those damned Greenskin savages have unreasonably seized absolute control of the Webway from us."
"The Infinite Webway has refused us access. If we try to hack into it by force, its self-awareness may very well guide us into lost regions."
"Those damaged Webways are no longer safe. The Prince of Pleasure's servants have been lingering around the breaches, waiting for unlucky Aeldari to deliver themselves to them."
Eldrad Uslan withdrew his psychic senses and ended his request for access to the Webway.
He understood that the Infinite Webway within the Ghoul Stars had completely slipped from Aeldari control.
This was undeniably terrible news. The Webway had always been the foundation of the Aeldari's survival. Without its protection, they would have been finished long ago.
But making enemies of those Greenskin savages over this was not a wise move for the current Aeldari either.
At this moment, Uslan bore an important mission.
According to the tripartite agreement between humanity, the Aeldari, and the Necrons, they had to join forces against the Greenskin Ork tide that would shake the entire galactic order.
Of the three parties, the Aeldari were the weakest and held the most unusual position.
The only card Uslan had worth playing was their shared origins with the ancient Orks.
If used properly, it might achieve miraculous results, no less effective than the Necrons holding the line on the western front.
But ideas were always beautiful. When it came time to put them into practice, all kinds of problems emerged.
They had lost the ability to use the Webway to reach the interior of the Ghoul Stars directly, which meant they could not meet face-to-face with Kork, the one who had founded the Ork Empire.
Without even seeing the opposing leader, there was no room for negotiators like them to