[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor":3,"chapter-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-687":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1681478,2147,"Chapter 687 - 686: Savior: Holy Hell, An Aeldari Death God’s Avatar? Kill It!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-687",687,"\u003Cp>Alaitoc's Central District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great Asurmen's army had driven back the invading forces of Chaos. The smoke of war was thinning, but the air was still saturated with filth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children of Alaitoc were still drowning in the pain that corruption brought, letting out groans and wails from time to time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our home…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Aeldari of Alaitoc stared blankly at buildings that had only just been repaired, only to collapse again. Grief hollowed them out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, they'd been basking in the joy of rebuilding, believing the skein of fate had finally taken pity on them, that they might escape a destiny of suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with the Dark Prince's lackeys descending upon them, everything had been smashed to dust once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the air itself was choked with suffocating pollution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children of Alaitoc stood in their own homeland and yet felt fear and unease, as though another strike could come at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place had become a nest of terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think… we can still be protected by the skein of fate?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel clutched her wound, looking over the shattered ruins and the hunched, trembling silhouettes of her kin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Guardians beside her fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, even if Alaitoc suffered the same kind of assault, they might not have reacted like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after Asurmen brought them the hope of revival, only for Chaos to snuff it out again, the despair ran deeper, sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, the children of Alaitoc could sense it. Something worse was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Prince was brewing a nightmare in the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a commotion rippled through the district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It drew Fashimel and the others' attention. When they turned, they saw a figure both elegant and reassuring—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raphael Asurmen. Of noble blood. The savior of the Aeldari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had driven out the invading evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On either side of the ruins, the children of Alaitoc watched him, and slowly, the unrest ebbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden moved forward through the wreckage, a hint of sorrow between his brows that only made him look more sanctified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little by little, the children of Alaitoc gathered, trailing behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if following him made them safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, the crowd swelled larger and larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was exactly the outcome Eden wanted: ignite Alaitoc's fear ahead of time, then step in as the savior and \"offer\" salvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only that—near him drifted psychic projection constructs from Redemption Paradise, ensuring the scene would spread across all of Alaitoc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter the situation, he never forgot propaganda. Never forgot to harvest faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Aeldari really are built different…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden glanced at the condition of the Aeldari among the ruins and realized he'd barely seen any corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, the Burning Legion's Chaos troops had mainly attacked structures, deliberately avoiding the densest concentrations of civilians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even so, the casualty rate was still far lower than he'd expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the Aeldari, even severed limbs, shattered organs, and ruptured viscera didn't necessarily mean death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their survivability was almost on par with Space Marines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And these were ordinary Aeldari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ancient species, aside from their lower resistance to Slaanesh's Warp-taint, was practically perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, because their numbers were so few, even losses like these were catastrophic by their standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, the Guardians failed to protect Alaitoc's people. There are too many casualties in this area…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel lowered her head in guilt as Asurmen approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked pitiable, as if blaming herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, she didn't need to do this—but she still couldn't stop herself from confessing, or reporting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Guardian was already treating Asurmen as the anchor of their world, their ruler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the point of Eden constantly forcing his presence into everything. With the seers trapped in the Dome, he'd been handed an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guardian, that is why I have come. The pain of Alaitoc's children will be soothed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden lifted a hand and gently stroked Fashimel's hair, a display of closeness and control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't come to this ruined district merely to assess casualties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was here to display a miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To truly lay the foundation of faith in Isha, the Goddess of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until now, that faith had only spread within Redemption Paradise. It was time for it to expand outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Craftworld Aeldari were purer than the Drukhari, and they possessed psychic potential—unlike the Drukhari, those Warp-dullards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the ideal candidates for believers, able to organize a Life Cult quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was one reason Eden worked so hard to \"stay visible.\" It wasn't only for the craftworld itself, but for the Aeldari within it—his future faithful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd tried using the Drukhari to preach before, but the results were poor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever they went, other kin treated them like thieves, watching them like hawks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their reputation was simply too foul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these spiritually cleaner Aeldari of Alaitoc could spread Isha's faith more effectively to other regions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To other craftworlds, or to the Exodites' maiden worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an era where the Aeldari struggled beneath Slaanesh's shadow, Alaitoc's preaching would land even better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that meant Eden could use faith to control more Aeldari by proxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Eden, a dark sea of Alaitoc's people gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't know where the great Asurmen was going, yet they followed all the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life tended to drift toward the majority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the children of Alaitoc realized where he was leading them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw a towering statue of the Goddess of Life, dozens of meters tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one of the few structures in the district that hadn't been destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cluster of Aeldari had sheltered here and escaped the assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was, unmistakably, a place under protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More strangely still—once the children of Alaitoc stepped into the area around Isha's statue, the corrupt hallucinations tormenting them eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their pain diminished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't help but become devout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The skein of fate hasn't abandoned us,\" Fashimel murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Guardians stood at the front of the crowd, waiting for what the great Asurmen would do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden guided his psychic power and slowly rose into the air, hovering before the goddess's chest, as though cradled in the statue's hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then an image formed in the psychic air: the void tearing open, the filth of Chaos drowning one brilliant civilization-world after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the fall of the ancient Aeldari empire—recorded in countless Aeldari texts, preserved by those who fled and survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight stirred a grief the children of Alaitoc couldn't name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked down upon them, while two psychic projection constructs hovered before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The live recording would be broadcast to every area that housed a statue of the Goddess of Life, ensuring as many Aeldari as possible could see him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried a tremor of psychic resonance, like a saga spoken from a forgotten age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chaos destroyed our home. My noble kin were reduced to refugees…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the vision of ruin played and Asurmen spoke, every Aeldari who witnessed it began to weep, sharing the grief as though it were their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their genes, the longing for past glory still remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psychic light spilled from Eden's eyes. The long braid behind his head—styled in the Aeldari fashion—floated gently beneath the psychic haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone grew severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But… Chaos cannot break our will, because the blessing of the sacred Goddess of Life has never truly left us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She will link our minds, and in our despair, we will stand as one!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzzzt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Borrowing the authority of life emanating from the statue, Eden expanded his psychic power over the Aeldari gathered here, connecting their inner worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, he'd only experimented with individual connections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, it was a mass connection—thousands upon thousands of Aeldari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even more astonishing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the Aeldari's terror and greatness: they were a psychic species by nature, with immense potential hidden in their blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their present state—this level of strength—was what remained after repeated collapses across the ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the skein of fate… I can feel everyone. The strength in my body is surging.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel experienced something she'd never known before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could clearly sense the existence of her kin all around her, and all of them were bound tightly together through Asurmen as the central node.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more startling, she realized her wounds were healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from an external blessing, but from her own body repairing itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the children of Alaitoc realized the same, their worship of Asurmen deepened into awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed he had granted them new strength in the name of the Goddess of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, it was a capability the Aeldari already possessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep in their core biology lay a dormant mechanism for accelerated healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iyanden's great seer, Iyanna Arienal, wielded a similar power—using psychic force to ignite the accelerated healing process hidden within every Aeldari's core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That power was called the Tress of Isha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was simply recreating the same phenomenon, triggering Alaitoc's people to awaken what already slept within them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd known the process should exist, but seeing it unfold still shocked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn… the Aeldari stat block is completely broken.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Visibly, their wounds were closing—crushed bones knitting, ravaged organs sealing and restoring themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, with their minds linked, a vast psychic force began to gather—then stream toward Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an enormous mass of psychic energy, the kind that made even him wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were few ways to amass so much Warp-power in realspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was only trying to sell them a miracle, and I think I just did something truly insane.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sucked in a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled ancient records claiming that, in their golden age, the Aeldari species had been linked by a single psychic field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter the distance, they could reach one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Fall—Slaanesh's birth and the Aeldari's collapse—had stripped them of that mass-linking ability, shattering them in body and mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Necron lord, awakened from long slumber, had even remarked that compared to the Aeldari of the War in Heaven, even Mephiston—the Blood Angels' Chief Librarian—was merely \"so-so.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Mephiston was among humanity's greatest psykers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good thing I've seized the Goddess of Life and can control the Aeldari by proxy, eliminating the threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Otherwise, if the Aeldari ever rise again, wouldn't humanity be staring down yet another terrifying rival?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden felt a flicker of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari were in a brutal state now—but he didn't doubt they could flip the table someday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like the Necrons: with the return of a certain being, they surged back into prominence, and now Necrons across the galaxy were gradually organizing under the Silent King's return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari—nearly as ancient—might have their own moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For example… if the Aeldari death god awakens and shelters them, relinking their psychic field…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wouldn't they beat humanity into the dirt in psychic warfare?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment that possibility formed, Eden remembered hearing that Yvraine's death-god faction possessed methods of spiritual linkage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Aeldari's numbers ever dwindled to a certain threshold—enough souls to feed the death god Ynnead into true birth—then it would be a desperate comeback for the ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A being said to be capable of beating Slaanesh senseless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A being that could manifest in realspace in some fashion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And perhaps not even be suppressed by the Emperor himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dangerous beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that point, an elite Aeldari species—plus an awakened god of death—would make humanity's already grim circumstances even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every species in the galaxy and the Warp had some monstrous ace up its sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another, all obscene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to them, humanity really was fragile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one advantage humanity held was reproduction rate and sheer population.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you counted total numbers, even the Tyranids were the little brother. The hive fleets couldn't \"eat through\" humanity fast enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with those vast numbers, humanity could gamble—spawning powerful individuals by chance, and even nurturing a Warp-entity like the Emperor himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seen that way, humanity wasn't behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity had its own \"cheat code.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden considered it carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No matter what, I've stumbled into something valuable—using the Goddess of Life to compete with the death god for faith and souls, and blocking its awakening.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that thought, he finally let out a slow breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant Isha's faith had to be pushed through the Aeldari—thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, once the Ynnari expanded further and absorbed more Aeldari, Eden's window would close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to a death god, Isha was the gentler option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At worst she cried a few pearls of tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By nature of her authority, she wasn't truly destructive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And rival faiths could even ignite Aeldari civil conflict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having made his decision, Eden continued his performance, rousing the Alaitoc Aeldari as they rose into joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Feel it. Under the blessing of the Goddess of Life, we will unite every one of our scattered kin across the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We will rebuild our home, and reclaim our inheritance!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, psychic ripples rolled outward, letting even more Aeldari feel the presence of Isha—and the link between minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, the children of Alaitoc gazed up at the statue of the Goddess of Life with absolute devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blessing they had craved for countless years, and the chance to revive…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden felt their emotions and knew he was set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, he severed the connection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His figure vanished from the area, leaving only the still-fevered Aeldari, dazed in their afterglow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maintaining a link that long, without an Infinity Circuit to support him, was starting to strain him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regardless—once those projections spread, the Goddess of Life's status on Craftworld Alaitoc was now unshakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, Eden's missionary cadre rapidly absorbed huge numbers of believers and high-ranking Guardians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Isha at its core, a brand-new Aeldari sect was formed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cult of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It spread through Alaitoc at breakneck speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only that, Eden also released a wave of rumors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumors claimed that the great Asurmen's goodwill had been tainted—that the Seer Council had rejected him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of this, the Infinity Circuit could not be strengthened, and the Goddess of Life could not fully shelter Alaitoc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This world was on the brink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great Asurmen did not wish for his warriors to make even more sacrifices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor could he endure the Seer Council's humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In districts across the craftworld, the \"Commorragh cousins\" began packing equipment, showing signs of withdrawal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The news triggered even greater panic among Alaitoc's Aeldari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and more began to resent and reject the Seer Council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had tasted the Goddess of Life's protection—and they refused to lose her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially with the coming darkness so close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They begged Asurmen to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fashimel and the other Guardians were the first to join the Cult of Life. Aggrieved on Asurmen's behalf, they collectively pleaded for him to continue guiding them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alaitoc needed the Goddess of Life and Asurmen's protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master, more and more of Alaitoc's kin are gathering. They're begging you to remain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And… anger is building.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilyss reported the situation, a trace of delight in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked down from the spire at the vast black mass below—an ocean of Aeldari faces, eyes filled with desperate pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within that pleading was something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fury at the Seer Council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had experience with this sort of movement-building. The Seer Council was surely in chaos by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Seer Council will kneel soon enough, if they don't want to be torn apart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden said it plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he wasn't leaving. He was going to squat here and make it permanent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn't be the one to propose it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had to be Alaitoc's people—and the Seer Council—begging him to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to plead for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not him forcing rule upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That slashed the odds of future resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legitimacy mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You had to solve the biggest hidden risks at the start of rule, before you planted landmines under your own feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high seers could feel the craftworld's emotions even more keenly. They would submit—especially after the Goddess of Life displayed a miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one wanted to lose a god's protection in a world this dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, Eden had shown them the hope of revival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft psychic touch reached him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sanctified High Farseer—Elarai—was contacting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her psychic signal carried urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On behalf of the Seer Council, she begged him to stay, and she would allow him to link with her mind—to bring the Goddess of Life into the Infinity Circuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh. So the Seer Council's arrogant little birds have finally folded.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold smile tugged at Eden's mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't accept immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He refused the request—for now. This was Alaitoc begging him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he didn't refuse outright. He left an opening, letting her feel he was \"considering.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ritual of refusing twice before agreeing still mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise it would look like he was desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where was the grandeur in that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, before long, Elarai sent another plea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the emotional tremor in the psychic message, she was on the verge of tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden understood why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his agents stirring the crowd, the masses were already surging toward the Dome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Seer Council didn't stop it in time, civil strife and schism would be inevitable—and the Infinity Circuit might even be damaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Slaanesh's threat looming, then internal chaos on top of it, even Alaitoc would collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfect overt play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, when Elarai sent a third psychic plea, Eden agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wash up and wait for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After agreeing, Eden moved quickly to quell the unrest himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he worried about pushing things too far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, pleased as could be, Eden headed to the sanctified High Farseer's dwelling, ready to claim his most exquisite prize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was going to seize control of the Infinity Circuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the wraithbone residence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elarai was restless, terrified, nerves stretched to the breaking point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew Asurmen was approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind would be opened to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant surrendering everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Alaitoc's sake, she had to do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"High Farseer, come here. I'm on a schedule.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden strode into the residence with zero ceremony. When he saw the sanctified High Farseer, his eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was almost certainly one of the most beautiful female lifeforms he'd ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She carried a sanctity that felt untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Elarai wore a translucent veil. Tear tracks glistened on her face, and fear ran deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she saw Eden, her body instinctively recoiled, as though afraid of something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had ever been this close to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when she sensed Eden's displeasure, she stopped herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if resigning herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn. She's so pure it makes me look like some kind of palace-raiding warlord… not quite Cao Cao… more like Dong Zhuo marching into the imperial harem…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched her trembling, pitiful expression and couldn't help thinking of those old stories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took her soft hand and pulled her toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strictly speaking, their psychic link didn't require such a gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was pure instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden felt a flicker of embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry. Habit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's bold, irreverent closeness left Elarai stunned. She almost resisted on reflex—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she remembered what she'd chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her strength ebbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden didn't stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the end, the ritual they both understood was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were no reproductive barriers between their species, he would have wanted children with a High Farseer like her—because blood was an even stronger chain than faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Elarai shut her eyes, bracing herself, Eden finally linked into her inner world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A passage to the Infinity Circuit opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Hope Sun and the Goddess of Life reached into Alaitoc's Infinity Circuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment Eden stepped into that pure-white realm, he felt a terrifying aura of slaughter—distinctly Aeldari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, he raised his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A psychic body floated in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shard-avatar of Ynnead, the Aeldari God of the Dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Get +30 Extra Chapters On — P@tr3on \"Zaelum\"]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Every 300 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Thanks for Reading!]\u003C\u002Fp>",3328,"2026-06-06T13:29:23.563Z",1,"novelbin.me","f44052bfc6e1e70cb1fffdc6c6589b4ea3b2979778eb02ca4f5a5b9dd0a89ac1","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-688","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-686",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]