From Yriel's perspective, the entire Ulthwé Craftworld was under devastating attack. Thousands of warships from the Imperium of Man had somehow surrounded the Craftworld.
The Aeldari had few warships, and most had been destroyed in their docks and spaceports.
This was anything but normal. Human technology could not possibly pull off such a flawless surprise attack. Their fleet would have been spotted by the patrol fleet the moment it appeared.
Even if they merely entertained such an idea, the moment they began assembling their fleet... the rangers aboard the Ulthwé Craftworld would have discovered it, and the seers would have foreseen it...
Yriel also knew of the Ultramarines Chapter. Their Gene-Father was the Lord Regent of the Imperium of Man... and he now seemed to be cooperating with Yvraine, the leader of the Reaper Host.
The instant the name Reaper Host crossed his mind, Yriel's intuition told him this was the truth.
Sure enough, after burning away a great deal of his soul, Yriel saw the truth concealed behind the shadows.
Beside the corpses of many fallen Aeldari warriors, some Drukhari concealed themselves from sight, secretly smashing Spirit Stones one after another and sacrificing the souls within.
That was not all. Yriel's gaze pierced deeper, space stretching before him, and aboard an Ultramarines warship, he saw the following scene.
An Ultramarines Company Captain looked at the Reaper Host emissary before him. Seated upon his magnificent throne, he spoke without even lifting his eyelids. "Xenos, I hear you can bring us intelligence that will let us catch the Aeldari Corsairs who attacked the Imperium?"
The Reaper Host emissary was a Harlequin. He wore clown makeup and a comical theatrical costume, with a pistol and a longsword hanging at his waist.
Their strange appearance was not to be mistaken for weakness. Though