To the Aeldari, the significance of the Battle of Cadia went far beyond a simple victory.
In Uslan's eyes, it was also a once-in-a-millennium opportunity to unite their race once more.
Thus, through his tireless mediation, the great host of Craftworld Aeldari assembled for the galaxy's shared fate did not immediately go their separate ways after the war, returning to their former state of drifting apart and leaving one another undisturbed.
It was rare for every Craftworld to be gathered so completely, and with the Laughing God and the Goddess of Life both walking among mortals, this was the perfect time to reshape the entire Aeldari race from top to bottom.
Within the domed hall of a Blackstone Fortress temporarily serving as an assembly site, Eldrad stood beneath a dazzling star map, facing representatives from the major Craftworlds, Harlequin troupes, and some Exodite Aeldari who had likewise participated in the war.
Before them stood the avatars of the Laughing God Cegorach and the Goddess of Life Isha, as well as Mortarion, the Primarch who had become one with the Aeldari.
Uslan had believed that over his long life, he had already witnessed countless grand occasions and brushed past death innumerable times. He should no longer have felt excited or nervous.
Yet reality proved him wrong. His heart pounded fiercely in his chest, and the robe covering his skin visibly trembled even to the naked eye.
He looked at the Aeldari before him and began to speak in the most earnest and solemn tone.
"My brethren!" Uslan's voice echoed through the vast halls of the Blackstone Fortress, carrying the illusion of an echo from ancient times.
"Today, the descendants of Aeldari could gather in one place and communicate face to face for the first time since the Fall. This was a