Allar-El strode inpatiently around the infirmary, his psychic power crackling around him like his own personal storm, what was taking so long surely the Mon-Keigh could not have injured Anaris this badly?
Finally the screen cleared, the operation complete he could see her chest moving, she lived still. Allar-El must give his thanks, had the pathfinders not struck down the Assassin when they did... the Wraithbone of the nearby wall cracked under the psychic pressure, his passions were unbound now, he would lead this last charge, Greys fortress was revealed and the way opened.
The deployment of her human infantry had caught Anaris off guard, what appeared to be a small contingent of their "Space Marines" had suddenly sprung into and ambush of dozens of human warriors appearing in every window and doorway. They would not be enough to save her though. His vision of Anaris defeating Grey was broken, his love would not have the strength to fight and would not even be able to walk for the final strike, he would simply replace that ending with a new one, he would rend Grey's mind assunder and let her live, she would live out the rest of her years trapped screaming in her own mind while her body rotted.
The stars themselves had once bowed to the Eldar and while they had fallen fall since their zenith he would show them that there was strength yet in his people and that their rage could still shake the pillars of heaven.
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