Shadows scattered, wind blowing through the copse of trees as Eressar wiped the last of the Wolves’ blood from his ancestral blade. They had slaughtered them to a man, or so it would seem. He looked down at the man whose throat he had cut. These men could stop the Threat, if they would only listen……but they wouldn’t. Altansar would not see the galaxy consumed by this evil while these young races played at war. So close, so incredibly close to finding the weapon created in at the height of their power. It could not be allowed to fall hands of the this young race. No, Altansar would see the Eldar ascendant once more and the Threat destroyed. Eressar glanced up, watching Mugan Ra survey the carnage. They may have annihilated this batch of Marines, but more would come, drawn to the slaughter as moths to a flame.
And the same fate would befall those who followed: Death, in its many splendored varieties.
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