The smell of things in here felt weird, ethereal in a sehat I couldn't quite decide whether I was actually feeling the sts in my nose or if I was just imagining them. Thankfully sounds still worked just as well and so did my psychises which I spread out further ahead of us to scout out the way. A gentle yellowish light came from fluorest moss c parts of the hallway, bathing the whole spa a warm light. As a mostly intact statue came into view I took let myself be distracted by it for a moment. It was obviously male and its lithe form and tall stature which was characteristic of an Eldar was easy t wore minimal armor, only greaves, some gaus and some small pauldrons with some cloth c his privates which left his muscur chest on open dispy. Said chest was crisscrossed witch cracks and looked like it was molten before but on closer iion that was iional, the cracks had reddish paint while the rest was mostly left with the material's dark colour. What gave away the identity of the being the statue depicted was the head, fming red eyes and a maw filled with razor-sharp teeth opened like the being was releasing a stant war cry while the rest of his head seemed to have melted together with a rge helmet that had two upward curving spikes as long as the beings arms and as sharp as the bastard sword held in the figure's right hand. "Query: Is there something outstanding about this specific statue Inquisitor?" as I g the tin interrupting my thoughts I think I saw some form of curiosity in his one anic eye. "Not really," I shrugged, "You could probably find many other statues depig Eldar gods if you search a bit and I told you to call me Ea." "Uood," he buzzed, "So this is one of their gods?" I just nodded. "Do you know whie?" Selene asked, maybe looking for a distra from our already b walk. "Khaine," I said, "the Lord of Murder, he is said to have been one of the stro of them but since his soul is shattered his power hasn't been the same." "It still exists?" she asked back, her brows pulled together into a frown. "Yes," I shrugged again, I was doing it an awful lot, "he is the reason the Eldar still throw his Avatars at especially annoying enemies like Astartes and such, take a good look at that statue as his avatars tend to look the same as that, though by the time you two see one of those I don't think you have much ce of esg." "What about their ods?" "I believe the only other one alive is the Laughing God," I said with a tilt of my head, no way I have any way of knowing Nurgle is using Isha as a personal pgue tester, "who tally resides in the depths of the Webway." "Is that going to be a problem?" "Maybe," I g Selene, she didn't look too worried, not sure why though, a God was still a God, "I think he has aire Harlequin Masque dedicated to proteg Webway Gates and dealing with interlopers just like us but then again, the Webway is already overrun with Demons and Orks in some pces so if we don't waoo close to his precious library we shouldn't be in any major trouble." "You speak of the Bck Library?" the Magos perked up at my mention of it, was this guy obsessed with the Eldar or something? I mean, I uand, I 't deny my own ... appreciation for sexy space elves, "I always assumed it was just a legend, so many Eldar legends and myths carry only an abysmal fra of the truth." "It must annoy you greatly," I rolled my eyes at him, "the way Eldar record their history is through tales and songs which is the exact opposite of what your Meicus likes to do." "Agreement." "Say," I g the araoid cyb, "why exactly did you call us down onto the p? Just expl some ruins wouldn't need my help, much less the Captains." "My calcutions put the probability of the repairs being done before the Xenos arrived at 1 in 987541 and the likelihood of you being able to get the Gate to work before then at 1 in 345123." "What did you base those calcutions on?" "Data," he stared at me lifelessly, like I was a monkey asking him to teach it calculus, "you must know that gravitational anomalies are the first sign of an ining Tyranid invasion, I've analyzed the records of earthquakes and natural catastrophes in the governor's records." "You used the time of the st disaster to predict when the fleet would arrive?" I raised an eyebrow, "that should be less than accurate." "I calcuted the fleet being a smaller splinter-fleet and due to having lesser Narwhal css bio-forms, it's reduced gravitational effects. The results were indeed inaccurate but the magnitude of differeweewo probabilities was a good guiding point to form my decision." "I guess," I shrugged but narrowed my eyes at him, "ime tell me before you pull something like that." "The loss of the ship was iable as it couldn't have ehe Gate, I requested the maximum number of troops and personnel I predicted to fit ihis se of the Webway." "Which is smart," I nodded, "but not my point, it shouldn't be your decision to sacrifice the crew of aire ship that is not even your own." Seleayed sileo me, listening in on our versation as she brooded over all the new informatio. "Uood." The boorish sileurned after that and even though I didn't feel like interrupting it at the moment, I felt pyed. The feeling persisted and I decidedly disliked the sensation, it sent my stomach twisting in knots as I ruminated on a way to keep the Magos from even sidering doing something like this again without my permission. I'd have probably done something simir but I might have mao learn how to influence a ship through its Mae Spirit and made it gh Travel without a problem even if it was damaged. He made an educated decision based on all the data he had but he had no idea of my full capabilities. Cooperation was another possibility but that required trust and I was relut to trust anyone in this gaxy, especially after I went through thousands of human minds with my telepathy. Sure there were good ones but holy shit, were there a fuck load of deranged lunatics hiding behind a facade of normalcy? Even the good ones were fucked in some way, some were religious fanatics which gave me the i a personal level and some were just broken in a way that kept them seemingly good. Maybe that was why I felt so attached to Selene, aside from her looks, she was the most normal person I met in this gaxy. I still didn't delve into her mind but her surface thoughts aions drifted over to me at times and I couldn't help but find them somewhat endearing. She was young, unbroken by war a she was strong. If it was me from before reination, what she went through i few weeks would make me a depressed mess sobbing under my bed a, here she was, striding forward in an alien enviro with only a slight frown on her fabsp;I knew she mourhe loss of Orion and his men while the betrayal from the Vice-Captain still felt like a scalding knife plunged into her back but despite it all she still fought on. Is this the famed indomitable human spirit? I smiled ruefully as I sidered that, to survive all the horrible disasters and atrocities humanity went through they had to bee stronger, evolve in a way and while I had my suspis about there being a geic part to this I couldn't rule out that it was something more esoteric like the collective will of humanity to survive having reinforced their souls and minds or something like that. They were certainly different from most humans I knew in the 21st tury but I was rather certain that I wasn't from the past of this universe. I remembered that golden space where I watched a shimmering white river of souls drift off of the illusory Earth and into faraces beyond my sight, I couldn't move but I had more than enough time to engrave that se into my soul. It wasn't the aher was it the Immaterium, it pressive and held such overwhelming power that even discarded and fotten as my little soul was at the bottom of it, I couldn't even turn my sight or move and inbsp;I was so helpless, so vulnerable...so weak. A new fear started haunti that thought, what if they noticed I was gone? If I ced where I was for a reason, maybe punishment? Did they think I escaped and would they punish me more harshly if they caught me again? 'If' I snorted, I didn't see a single being other than the docile souls in that pce, all of them just flowed in that great river to carry them to a presumed afterlife. Whoever was the Warden of that pce should be more than capable of crushing me even with all my newly learned powers. I then my soul, I have no way of knowing whether they'd care that I escaped or if they'd be either willing or able to track me down but all I do at the moment is grow strong enough to make any attempt at taking me back as troublesome as possible and with time I could maybe evehem back. I just hope they are zy fucks. This could be called and 'inner demon' if I reinated in a dumb cultivation world couldn't it? I wondered as a smirk made its way onto my face, something that would have been impossible to the mortal me from another life if she had to carry all my fears. That young woman could barely ha when she fell out of college ahe woman I've bee could smile as she sidered what the future held not as dreadful fates preordained by destiny but a challenge. A challenge I will overe. P3t1

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