Months ago an Astartes and an Eldar found shaky alliance. Now gone their separate ways, there is no peace to be found, no glorious return for those left behind. Iselyth lingers in the hollow halls of her craftworld as Qin tries to gather a future from fragments. When the mask is removed, there is no longer a place to hide.

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An eldar wonders why the heck her life is hard