992.M29
The Webway
Approximately coterminous with deep space north-northwest of Kar Duniash
The chamber at the apex is, in a word, enormous beyond dreams of enormity, a perfect sphere that stretches away and away, so vast it could contain not a planet but an entire star system—star, planets and all. And if the auguries of the ships accompanying the host are to be believed…
It did, once.
And not simply any, no, for suspended in that great, darkened void are the ruins of a vast machine. Great rings of not-stone are frozen, floating in the chamber's lack of gravity. Some are so thin they are no greater than an Aeldari finger in diameter. Others are vast shapes the diameter of entire planets, all clearly designed to spin and orbit in some great, interleaving gyroscope— and at the center of this great frozen array is a tiny lump of glossy black, a remnant, a memory:
The Aeldari call it
selith-ir.
Humans would call it Electron-degenerate matter.
It is a Dead Star.
And here, at last, is the first trace of that which the host seeks, for among the wreckage of that ancient machinery are the remains of something far newer, glittering pearlescent silver melted and blackened, but it is not weapons fire that destroyed these few dozen ships of Nacretinei: They vented their own starlight reactors into their internal spaces, scouring themselves in solar fury.
The question is…
Why?
Stand By…
A/N: Last ~3-4 parts of this Soon™