The once-glorious Eldar Empire now writhes in its death throes. Across ten million worlds, your kind has abandoned all restraint. Pleasure cults carve screaming runes into living flesh, vigilantes drown in futile bloodshed, and the lucky few flee aboard ghost-ships into the void. All unknowingly feed the growing hunger in the Warp.

Your homeworld is no exception. The streets run with liquid light from spilled soulfire, automated constructs dutifully clean away corpses between orgies, and every breath carries the psychic aftershocks of a thousand simultaneous atrocities. The Fall comes, whether you fight it, embrace it, or flee from it.

The choices before you now will echo forever: Will you fight the tide with blade and fury? Will you plunge deeper into the delicious darkness? Or will you become something...different? The threads of fate converge, and She Who Thirsts stirs in her not-yet-born slumber.

There is no grace left in this dying galaxy, for in the glittering shadow of our demise,

there is only hunger.



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