"So, this is where your diplomatic skills come in, Miss Death."
Liu Zhipeng took a wraithbone tablet containing blackstone technology and the "Guilliman Resurrection" plan from inside his coat and handed it to Yvraine.
"Cawl should be down on the surface studying those blackstone obelisks right now. Find him and give him this."
"Tell him: do you want to repair the obelisks and shut the gates of the Eye of Terror for good? Do you want to resurrect the Lord Regent who has slept for ten thousand years? If you do, hear me out."
Yvraine took the wraithbone tablet, and that strange feeling returned-she, a war leader of the Aeldari god of death, was actually going to serve as a messenger, and all to save the Imperium of Man.
"What if he refuses?" Yvraine asked.
"He won't." Liu Zhipeng smiled confidently. "Belisarius Cawl is a pragmatist, and an insatiably curious madman besides. Once you show him the first line of equations on that tablet, he'll be as docile as a mechanical dog at the sight of engine oil."
"And remember to give him this message-"
Liu Zhipeng's gaze sharpened.
"'Watch out for Abaddon lashing out in desperation. The Blackstone Fortress may be shattered, but the wreckage of that monster is still floating up there. If I were Abaddon, I'd use those fragments as meteorites and send them crashing straight into Cadia.'"
"Is that a warning?"
"It's a prophecy," Liu Zhipeng said gravely. "Tell Cawl I can stop those meteorites for him, and deal with Abaddon's fallback plan too. I have only one condition: after the battle, I want a face-to-face conversation with him and the Lord Regent who's about to be resurrected."
Yvraine nodded and tucked the wraithbone tablet inside her clothes.
"As you wish, my lord."
She turned and