The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Compared to other members of the Ark, Ayla Ashbel's feelings were the most direct. When she realized that everything just now was merely a psychic illusion created by the other party's appearance, she understood that none of the claims about the other party's identity were any of her previous guesses.

The loss of physical sight allowed her to see more clearly. This was definitely not a human, or rather, not a human as she knew it. When power reached this level, skin and flesh were just unimportant disguises.

A deity walking among humans, this description was probably the most accurate. Although Ayla herself couldn't explain what kind of power a god had, she knew that this was the most powerful existence she had ever seen in her long life.

But even with doubts and fears in her heart, she had to maintain composure and not show any weakness, otherwise the Ark might completely lose its independence in the upcoming game.

Regarding the Eternal Court, there had been fierce debates within the Ark. Because they spent most of their time wandering the edge of the galaxy, their concern for the Aeldari race was far less than those Arks active within the galaxy. However, the decline and crisis of the Ark were also seen by many. Therefore, two views formed on this matter. Some wanted to adhere to the traditions of their ancestors and continue to live in seclusion, not intervening in those 'major events,' while others believed that they must change now. Even if the Kolorr Ark continued to hide, the result was destined to be extinction. The only way was to embrace the race, strengthen ties with other Arks and the Wild Kingdoms, and even accept new immigrants.

Ayla Ashbel had not expressed her views, but she always adhered to one principle: survival is more important than anything else.

"Welcome to Kolorr, Phoenix Lord of the Eternal Court. We, remote and distant people, are honored to witness your majesty and glory."

She carefully considered each word, trying to express respect without appearing humble.

From the throne, Sotha surveyed the crowd below. The representatives of Kolorr wore dozens of different costumes, the dazzling iridescent colors contrasting with the dull monochrome, but their faces all looked pale, which was also a characteristic of most Ark residents. In contrast, he preferred the slightly darker skin of the Wild Kingdom residents, representing health and vitality.

Finally, his gaze settled on the graceful seer at the head. She had hair as pure as ice and snow, her pointed ears peeking out from her long hair. Her facial features were soft, her lips thin, and her nose slightly upturned. Even by Aeldari standards, she was a beauty, and the striking purple tear streaks beneath her closed eyes gave her a unique mysterious aura. Behind her was a red, high-collared seer robe, with a high-slit corset inside, outlining her tall and graceful figure. Her chest was adorned with intricate patterns, and a belt decorated with magical gems hung diagonally around her waist. The high slit opened to her hip, revealing her long, slender legs wrapped in delicate black fabric, also as perfect as a work of art.

"I will immediately go to Lunasad. Who wishes to join me?"

Sotha didn't say any polite greetings, directly stating his purpose. Ayla Ashbel was taken aback for a moment, then said:

"The servants of the vile Ruinous Powers have already occupied this place. They are numerous. Should we develop a detailed plan?"

"I am busy and have no time to waste. If no one accompanies me, I will leave immediately."

This attitude made some of the Kolorr Ark representatives frown, feeling they were being despised. Ayla Ashbel pondered for a moment, then replied without being arrogant or humble.

"I will lead the warriors of Kolorr to accompany you."

"Good, then gather your warriors immediately and let's depart."

In the void, a huge triangular monster pierced through the stars like an arrow shot out. This once magnificent Ark world had now become an evil and twisted horror. After going astray in the Webway, it fell into a boiling rift and was reshaped by the power of Chaos. The wraithbone structure was worn thin, appearing strangely milky-white and translucent, like a ghost in the dim starlight. The habitat domes were shrouded in poisonous mist, and dark figures could occasionally be seen flitting past the ruins of towers, gathering in the vast parks filled with dust and bone fragments. In its wake, wreckage, dust, and broken wraithbone formed long tendrils as if twitching. The once proud Ark emblem was also covered in blasphemous prayers to the Ruinous Powers.

Such a morbid and ugly thing was naturally extremely dangerous. The former inhabitants were either dead or consumed. Many elegant spires had collapsed, and the streets were blocked by the bones of Guardians. Corrupted Wraithguards patrolled the rubble-strewn streets, these silent sentinels attacking anything they saw, including each other. But even more dangerous were the daemons.

Daemons were everywhere, hiding in the shadows, in the ruins, and even in the corpses, just waiting to give daring adventurers a surprise.

Also because of its danger, no adventurer would try to come to this abandoned Ark, but there was a group of people who were not afraid of this.

In the seer dome of the Ark, a figure was kneeling on the ground in prayer. This was once the place where the seers who led the Ark used to meditate quietly, but like Lunasad itself, it had been corrupted and twisted into something unrecognizable.

The towering statues and decorative plants had either decayed to mere skeletons or transformed into twisted monstrosities. The pools that could reflect figures had dried up, clogged with bones and debris. The wraithbone statues had either been pushed over or severely damaged, replaced by crude and blasphemous statues dedicated to the Ruinous Powers. In remote corners, the shattered bodies of dead Wraithguards were intertwined, their bodies bearing fresh slashes and gunshot wounds.

Traces of dark rituals were everywhere. The crystal core had become a blood-stained altar, surrounded by ritual implements and piles of sacrificial remains, all recently killed Aeldari, their spirit stones placed on the altar.

Despite the low moans of those humble slaves in his ears, Kor Phaeron paid them no heed. He merely stared at the desecrated Aeldari seer's divination disc, watching the distorted patterns on this alien device seem to writhe, its lines and angles defying any clear geometry, his eyes and brain struggling to trace their meaning.

Besides revenge, he had an even more important thing to do this time.

To find a mysterious treasure.

The gods had given him a hint, that something capable of changing the galaxy was hidden here. This revenge was in some ways just a cover, to prevent people in the legion, especially that damn liar Erebus, from discovering his true purpose.