"What are you bean sprouts even doing?"
The Wolf King, the most hot-tempered of them all, immediately stepped forward and growled in extreme dissatisfaction.
"This is the gift of you Aeldari? What a joke. Is this how the ancient Aeldari race fools people? Sixty million years of history, and this is what you came up with?"
Though Russ seemed to be venting his anger, he was actually taking subtle jabs at the Harlequins' riddle-spewing ways, using the Aeldari's pride and history to provoke and test them.
The Wolf King had always been the most cunning of the primarchs. His savagery and recklessness were merely a disguise he put on for show.
Unfortunately, the Harlequins did not care in the slightest about Russ's verbal provocation or threats. They stood quietly where they were, like vividly lifelike, gaudily painted statues.
The Lord of Humanity remained silent as well. He seemed to be contemplating some profoundly complex question and did not ask anything immediately.
Sanguinius watched his nose, his nose watched his heart. Though he was physically present, his mind had long since flown elsewhere.
For a time, the atmosphere fell flat. Only Lox and Eldrad's quiet discussion remained.
Left with no other choice, Lox walked up to Sylandri and stared at the Veilwalker who had just completed her performance, hoping to draw some inspiration from her.
"You want to tell us about one person's fate?"
"For someone to merit such an elaborate performance from you, they must be extremely important."
"Please, surely your Laughing God does not want your intentions to come to nothing? At least give us a hint."
Hearing Lox's request, Sylandri merely wore an expression of helplessness.
"No. By the Laughing God's instructions, you may only comprehend our performance on your own."
Lox was thoroughly infuriated by this stubborn,