The reasons for Eldra's absence this time were, as always, never revealed to the public, but the Council accepted his actions out of trust as having Ulthwe's interests at heart, and the Visionaries whispered that he was preparing for the future.
——Some kind of threat that is right in front of them, inevitable, and looming, just outside their field of vision.
"Yes, Se'akchi of the Emerald Temple, the Eye of Terror has indeed become unusually active recently, with the vortex of subspace overflowing from it, representing something even more terrifying. Since losing Isatan, we have never
No such sign has ever been seen, the sky is filled with pain and the stars are crying like children."
The elderly Congressman Brolin said in a deep voice. He was wearing a gorgeous sapphire robe with black phosphorescence on the edges. Although he seemed calm, there was a certain anxiety in his consciousness that was shared by all of them.
Something new is emerging from the future, weighing like a dark cloud on the minds of the prophets.
It is too huge to be distinguished, which makes a trace of anxiety brewing into a hint of hysteria in the hearts of all prophets.
What exactly is rising from the future?
It looked like an end, and beyond it was a swelling void that sucked souls from the breasts of all Eldar and breathed through the lips of all Eldar.
While the Prophet Council of Ulthwe was in tangle due to the recent prophecies, Eldra had already prepared the ritual in a distant unknown world.
This world once had the last pantheon of the Eldar Empire. Although it has long been abandoned like the other pantheons, it is the most complete one.
Over the years, he has had countless plans, but all of his plans revolved around only two goals, two gods.
A deity that existed but was lost.
A god who has not yet appeared and has great potential.
Save the former, awaken the latter, and use them as the basis to build a new temple of reincarnation of life and death for the Eldar, so that the souls of their race can forever be freed from the threat of the subspace enemy.
This is his, Eldra's ultimate goal.
As long spells flowed from his mouth, patterns of light and shadow danced on the polished floor, like electric snakes gliding in oil.
They twitched constantly, flickering on and off, as if twitching due to nervousness or anxiety.
The Great Prophet sat cross-legged against the wall on one side of the room, letting the waves of energy wash over his body. Three other powerful war wizards from different craft worlds, who were also collaborators summoned by Eldra, were sitting symmetrically.
Those around them were also immersed in meditation, with bone-white runes flashing on their black armors.
Around the ceremonial ring are placed some of the relics left by the former gods of the Eldar that Eldra has collected over the years, from fragments of Kane to fragments of the Vaal Anvil, and more than a dozen relics are placed on small altars.
superior.
There was a faint chanting sound filling the air. Although none of the war wizards spoke and the whole room was shrouded in silence, their will was filled with singing, bringing the spiritual resonance in the carefully designed room into a symphony.
general field.
Their souls floated in the violent abyss, letting their life essence ride the waves, constantly peering at the edge of their horizons, searching for the glimmer of the coming, inevitable storm.
Behind their closed eyelids, eyes flickered with fire, illuminating like beacons to their shared souls, guiding them back, lest they be lost forever between themselves and each other.
This dangerous ritual should never be performed alone.
As the voice of the spiritual chant became louder and louder, the clouds and mist from the subspace began to condense in the real room.
At first they were only a few wisps, just a hint of cirrus clouds forming near the ceiling.
But gradually, the mist began to condense and thicken, elongate into strips, and rotate into whirlpools.
As the rotational speed increases and gradually expands, these small vortices begin to condense and merge, rotating together to form a single, slowly rotating subspace vortex, rotating around the edge of the room, bypassing the back of each war wizard, and bringing them into
The interior of a rotating column of twisted energy.
After an unknown amount of time, orange flames suddenly flickered, igniting the relics of the gods, and the war witches' eyes opened at the same time, the flames licking their irises, as if they were about to devour them.
They still sat there absorbed in meditation, motionless and silent, their burning eyes focused on an invisible point in the center of the room.
The warp swirling cloud began to accelerate, whipping up a tornado of twisted energy that rolled around the edges of the room and threatened to tear the room itself from the Pantheon's fabric through sheer centrifugal force.
When the raging whirlpool surrounded them, they remained silent and calm, staring directly into the Eye of the Whirlpool, their eyes shining like liquid stars.
Where their gazes met, an image began to form, flickering at the edge of existence, as if unable to withstand the pressure of reality.
At the edge of the image, tens of millions of Eldar corpses were stacked on the horizon, like the outer shell of a planet.
The sky above these flickering images seems to be pierced by etheric lightning, causing souls to scream in the atmosphere and tear through the thick, sticky dark clouds.
Suddenly, a bright light shone like a flaming spear, then disappeared.
"The time has come! Wake up Death, Jena!"
Eldra suddenly raised her arms, and at the same time, the words she called out shattered the surrounding vortex, like bullets passing through ice sculptures.
Images and distorted clouds quickly dissipated, pushed back by fragments of relics from the gods - it wasn't just a word, it was a forgotten name.
"Jena!!"
When the three war witches chanted, they seemed to feel that this syllable brought death to the tip of their tongues.
Suddenly, a crack of light briefly appeared on a wall. It flickered through the spirit bone structure and defined a stone tablet as it spread.
After a few seconds, the stone tablet melted, as if the spiritual bone structure retracted from the surrounding walls. At the same time, a cold light penetrated, mixed with the thick darkness of the place itself, and scattered a pattern of interfering smoke in the air.
A weird image emerged. It seemed to be an Eldar. It was covered with a layer of purple plastic armor. It had a slender figure and a large amount of white hair that reached the calf on the back of its head. It held a sword in one hand and held a high in the other.
Strange symbols.
And its face is impressive. Half of it looks like an ordinary Eldar, and the other half looks like a terrifying skeleton demon. It is accompanied by a huge horn that extends upward, making it look like two lives have been forcibly stitched together.
Together.
When this image appeared, the temperature in the hall dropped suddenly, white frost began to form on the ground, and ghostly energy surrounded its body.
The war witches broke their gaze, lowered their boiling eyes, and gradually brought their will back to reality and returned to the room in the material world.
They also saw this image, but no one wanted to tell what they saw.
It is a vision of all that they cannot and cannot imagine, a true taboo, the embodiment of repressed fears deep in their souls.
"Death, Jena."
Eldra muttered, he was not seeking confirmation, he simply wanted to share the burden of the word, to push it into the will of others, to split it into its separate runes, to divide the word and conquer it as one.
The same as the fragmented enemy.
"Go, your time has come!"
With a high-pitched voice, he slammed his hands on the ground, and the dense runes around him were lit up at the same time. The relics of the gods were squeezed out of their last strength, turned into ashes, and scattered in the invisible wind of subspace.
And the being known as the God of Death also let out a high-pitched scream, and finally disappeared on the spot, crossing the boundless space and running towards a body that could be lodged——