When Yvraine passed through the Webway gate, all she saw was a burning Craftworld. She could clearly hear the entire world howling in agony.
And before her stood two ranks of Astartes Terminators.
The moment they met, both sides aimed their weapons at their enemies. The Reaper Host's guards and the Terminators watched one another warily.
But the armored vehicles and Automata that hurried over broke the stalemate. The Reaper Host was clearly at a disadvantage.
"I want to know why you came here, Chosen of the Death."
Bona stood atop a Bane Blade tank, staring coldly at Yvraine.
"I came for peace, human," Yvraine said, her gaze fixed on Bona.
"Heh. Peace."
Not only Bona, but even Magnus, who rarely smiled, seemed amused.
"What kind of peace?" Horus asked.
"Zadek's destruction began with a misunderstanding born of obscured truths, Young God. Kaelor has paid dearly for its foolishness."
"Enough blood has now flowed into the Empyrean. It is time to bring this undeserved catastrophe to an end."
"I believe Kaelor will offer compensation that satisfies you."
Bona smiled, then gestured, and Magnus tossed him the Supreme Farseer's Spirit Stone.
He held up the Spirit Stone and looked at Yvraine.
"So, Chosen."
"Tell me one thing."
"What can Kaelor offer to repay the deaths of five billion humans?"
Yvraine was about to answer when Thousand Faces, standing beside her, stopped her and shook their head.
Only then did Yvraine understand what Bona meant.
Though Bona's expression had not changed, it grew ever colder.
"Yvraine, you may be the most enlightened leader among your Aeldari."
"But you are still an arrogant member of that ancient empire."
"Five billion living people died because of a ridiculous prophecy, yet you came here hoping to mediate this war."
Bona extended his hand, Farseer Effenrich's