"If you could treat your own people the way you treat humans, Farseer Ulthran would not have such an infamous reputation."
"Honestly, sometimes I wonder whether you are truly a descendant of the great Aeldari, or one of those crude, barbaric apes. After all, the vile things you have done hardly seem like something our people could do."
On the bridge of an Aeldari warship, Eldrad Ulthran stood alongside several other Aeldari Farseers. Just as he had promised Lox, he had secured the support of the Iyanden and Alaitoc Craftworlds.
Back when Lox had searched for Blackstone deposits in the Ultima Segmentum, he had clashed with the Exodites and the Alaitoc Craftworld that came to reinforce them on the planet called Pandora.
Both sides suffered losses, but under Ulthran's mediation, they had reached a truce.
Even Lox did not know what price the old Farseer had paid to persuade Alaitoc to lend its support.
Besides Ulthran, several Aeldari dressed in comical clown costumes stood nearby. They had smeared thick paint across their faces, creating symbolic masks.
"I know you despise me and hate me, but my starting point has always been the real universe," Ulthran said. He still bore his distinctive appearance, gripping a staff in his right hand while holding his elongated helmet in his left.
"Even after suffering a painful defeat at humanity's hands, you remain arrogant, calling them apes. Yet it is precisely these apes who make up the strongest force against Chaos."
"Look. The gods of the Warp have chosen a champion and granted Horus unimaginable power. Other than the master of humanity, who among us can deal with him?"
Ulthran sighed deeply within his heart. He knew all too well the arrogant nature of his race. How could he possibly correct it through his efforts