The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Housed in an elaborate dome, the Prophet's Council Hall of Uswi rises high among the peaks and towers, standing majestically atop the vast arkworld.

It is surrounded by a cloud of psionic energy that makes the dome looming between the physical and immaterial worlds - only members of the council themselves can be assured of finding the corresponding room upon approaching its ancient web portal, which other visitors may wear After passing through the legendary portal, you will find nothing but nothingness on the other side.

For the uninitiated or uninvited, the door to the Council of the Prophets is actually the door to the warp of twisted pain.

In the halls of the Council of Prophets, the prophet lords of Uthwi can witness any event happening in their vast matrix of spiritual bones, the Infinite Circuit itself is connected to the high platform, the altar in the center of the hall, its labyrinth-like expanse extending to Every flickering spot of life on Uswi.

But now, every face in the council hall is watching the beautiful face of a female Eldar, her face is different from ordinary Eldar with a resolute indifference, the translucent white robe freely drapes over her elegant body As if blown by the divine breeze, those astonishing blue eyes gleamed with an incomprehensible dreadful light.

If she didn't say her name, I'm afraid no one would have guessed that this seemingly weak and beautiful thing would be the terrifying Lord of the Howling Banshee and one of the several Phoenix Lords in memory, Jan Zare .

"I want to see Eldra."

She repeated it calmly, but with such power that they seemed to penetrate directly into the consciousness of the Eldar in the council.

"Usvi cannot stay out of this incident."

"Lord Jain Zaar, the insinuation in your language is a blasphemy."

One of the Prophets hissed, his face angular and pale—he was the oldest in the Prophets, hissing with the heaviness of years.

"Do you think the council did not anticipate this threat before you came to this hall? Do you really think we were unprepared?"

Others whispered in agreement that it was inconceivable that what happened in Comoros had not been noticed by the Council of the Prophets.

Even more so was the mighty Eldra Urtram the Great Prophet.

"If you were prepared, then why didn't Eldra dare to see me?"

Jain Zaal turned her brilliant blue eyes to the seasoned visionary, gazing into his soul, testing his psyche.

"Five Dynasties Rivers, Mountains, Wind and Moon"

The aged Eldar flinched, as if touched by cold, beautiful fingers.

Even in the sanctuary of the council hall, the councilors knew very well that this Phoenix Lord had a very bad temper. If she really got angry, I am afraid that only the Great Prophet could appease her.

Just when the prophets were a little overwhelmed, a voice sounded.

"Jane, I've made it very clear to you before this matter, Veronica has her own destiny, and Comoros is where she has to go, including the people she's going to meet... ..predictability is never omnipotent, and you should know better than anyone that even if we can foresee the end of time itself, how can we prepare for it?"

The voice of the Great Prophet Eldra traveled slowly through the air, as if it were coming from everywhere, so low that it was almost inaudible.

"You mean to stand by and watch? Do you really think I don't know what you're doing with Marathi?"

Jan Zare glanced at the altar on the high platform in the center of the conference hall, where Eldara's shimmering image had been successfully displayed, which also represented one thing, the other party was not on the ark now.

So where will he be?

She was too lazy to guess.

Looking at the impatient expression on the other side, the Great Prophet's face wrinkled into a complicated smile, a combination of paternal patience and lover-like helplessness.

"No, that's not what I mean, a future without a choice is rarer than the Phoenix King's feather crown, I just want to say that some things are unavoidable, some things should not be avoided, and the seemingly end of failure is nothing but A successful start."

"enough."

Jain Zaal interrupted the Great Prophet.

"I won't sit back and watch Veronica fall into anyone's hands. When I helped you bring her out of that place, you promised that you would not sacrifice her to accomplish your so-called great plans. You broke your promise, Then I won't keep any promises, I'll take her."

"Lord Jan Zare! You are tearing apart the future of the entire Eldar!"

A member of the Council hissed through the halls of spiritbone like a jagged dagger pierced through flesh.

"Future? The future of the Eldar will never be in the secret-room politics of your shady little council!"

Jan Zare sternly retorted, blinking her fierce eyes at him, the suffocating aura that forced him to take a few steps back.

But when she turned, the voice of the Great Prophet had fallen silent, and his gleaming figure had disappeared from the towering altar in the center of the room.

"Looks like he's had enough."

The Howling Banshee's Phoenix Lord spoke with a sarcastic, sour smile ~www.readwn.com~ and the cavernous room fell silent for a long time.

Shadows adorn the ornate domed roofs like meandering frescoes, seemingly in constant twisting and sliding, as if writhing in discomfort because of the atmosphere here.

While the halls of the Uthwi Council have long been accustomed to such heated debates, as the prophets argue with each other and accuse each other of different interpretations of the prophecies, the twisted energy emanating from the prophets of Ada has gradually grown over thousands of years. permeates the structure of the conference hall itself.

Every few thousand years, this hall must be ritually purified by Eldra himself to prevent it from exerting its own violent influence on the council of prophets that assemble in the halls of the Holy Council.

But this time, the debate was intensified because of the participation of a powerful phoenix lord, and it is estimated that the purification ceremony will be carried out soon.

Then, Jan Zare sighed, looked around the assembled councillors, then turned and left without saying a word.

"It seems that Inbilis is going to intervene in this incident."

The emerald prophet Seakzi, the number two character of Usvi, said in a low voice that he did not want to break the silence, so he spoke directly through his own thoughts.

"The more this is the moment, the more cautious we have to approach each change."

The others nodded, relieved that the Emerald Prophet's composure had once again brought calm to the Council, none of them could recall the time when Seakzi was not there - a man who had always been in the collective consciousness, Calmness is like a spiritual medicine.

In the absence of Eldra himself, the councillors turned to Seakci for leadership and guidance, after all the Great Prophet was often absent from councils, appearing only as a ghost and a loud voice.

As for where the Great Prophet is now, it is estimated that only Asuryan knows.