The winds howled across plain, clouds of sand and dust became like snow in a blizzard, the oppressive of the heat of the red sun scorched the land as it had done for countless eons. The plain itself was but an endless sea of sand with the occasional outcropping and formations of stone, upon one such outcropping of stone was procession of serene activity. Sitting upon a series of small circular platforms which gently hovered over the ground without a sound were eight robed figures, each one wore the bright colors of blue and yellow, and each one wore a featureless mask of silver.

In silence they sat in a perfect circle of seven around one in the center who led the group, around themwere several slender figures in robes of yellow and blue each playing a haunting symphony of songs from various instruments which caused several floating stones to move to and fro, many connecting and forming into single constructs while others moved and shaped like clay in the hands of a sculptor. Among them were several dozens of still and silent statues, many were only a few feet taller than the slender creatures which played their music while some were more massive like giants of legend.

Amidst the buzz of activity, Farseer Thelanria sat with eyes closed behind her mask. Perceiving the twisting skeins of fate, her spirit sight was imbued by the power of her council and the runes they had wrought, piercing the shadows in the warp caused by their current foe, the hungering swarms of the Tyranids. With perfect clarity the Farseer and her council viewed the world in a way that perhaps only the gods themselves could, watching as their kin prepared for battle against the coming tide.

Sending a series of multiple telepathic messages to her troops, the Farseer soon felt the acquiescence of her kin as they moved into their places like the cast and crew of a stage. Around the seers, several of the statues suddenly came to life, arms raising heavy guns in perfect unison, the statues began moving their legs and marching in silence while the larger ones came to life as well, each one held a massive sword which began to glow with azure light. The legion of statues were soon accompanied by multiple platforms, each also gently hovering over the ground and each bearing deadly weapons of war.

As the wraith army of Craftworld Iyanden marched into place guided by the will of the seers, the mortal components, those still of flesh and blood made their preparations as well. Squads of Guardians and Aspect Warriors from the Banshee and the Spider temple boarded Falcon tanks while others entered webway gates, the support platforms which would often accompany the Guardians were attached to the squadrons of Wraithguard squadrons.

The Falcons were soon joined by mighty Fireprism tanks, each carrying the crystal arrays of their namesake and calibrated to deal with the vast swarms of foes, forming into squadrons; the armor of the Eldar sped off into the distance while the army of Wraithguards, Wraithlords and support platforms made their silent march, led only by a handful of warlocks and a Warlock commander who wielded a blazing sword.

Satisfied that everything was going as planned, the Farseer turned her attention to the vanguard of her army, her spirit sight brought her to the small bands of outcasts who watched and observed the movements of the enemy, some were busy laying traps as instructed, others left behind holographic emitters which would conceal the presence of their troops and some had left behind beacons from which temporary gates could remotely open and close. The Farseer then turned her attention to one trio of outcasts who had taken a good position within one of four watch towers inside a Mon'Keigh outpost which would offer an excellent sniping position; curiously two of the outcasts were armed with shuriken pistols and power swords rather than Long Rifles. Communicating a message to the one outcast in the group armed with a Long Rifle and facing to the west, the Farseer gave her command.


"As you order Farseer" came the mental acknowledgement of Ellarian

No longer feeling the Seer's attention upon him, the ranger looked behind him to his companions, each of whom giving the ranger a slight nod and continuing their vigil. The rangers were within a crude stone tower of human craftsmanship, likely it was part of an outpost meant to keep watch for Mon'keigh brigands, they had found it empty with many pieces of machinery specifically communications devices left abandoned with a message which played over and over, according to the other rangers was an order to head for a nearby military base and wait for help. Ever since coming to this world, Ellarian had not even a single live human and had doubts if any had survived.

It had been over thirty seven cycles since Ellarian had left the world ravaged by war between the servants of the ruinous powers and the barbaric greenskins. Although it was nice to be away from that ruined city he had fought in with the smells of decomposed corpses, old and fresh human or orkoid wastes and the choking smog so common on worlds heavily inhabited by humans, but at least there he didn't have to deal with the blistering heat.

The Corsair Prince Eorlianeth Ansgar had been pleased with the results of Ellarian's work, exactly why he wanted the Ranger to cause dissent and confusion on that particular world eluded him as the prince simply said that it was his little secret, still if it involved killing chaos worshippers and savage greenskin then Ellarian would be satisfied as such wastes were bettered by death.

After his return to the Craftworld of Vaul-Anarath he had been able to converse and get acquainted with more than a few corsairs and other fellow outcasts. Each seemed to hold the Prince in high regard or at the least respect, but Ellarian had to remind himself that in the case of pirates and brigands, those who greet you warmly with one hand may conceal a cold blade in the other, he would not be surprised if more than a few conspired against the Prince.

It was during this time he had met his current companions, Illyana and Illyios Arhanai of Craftworld Biel-Tan. Among the Eldar, a species which conceived and birthed children much more slowly than many others, these siblings are rarer still for having been born as twins, Ellarian had heard accounts of how such Eldar were capable of feeling each other's thoughts and emotions and some even going as far as some saying that such siblings are one soul in two bodies. In the short time he knew both Illyana and Illyios seemed to confirm all that he had heard as both looked, dressed and even talked alike with one often finishing the other's sentence, he could even swear that at the corner of his eye he could see an unusual glint in their spirit stones when they were near each other and it looked as if their stones even dulled a bit whenever they were apart.

Eventually, when the Prince had finally called upon Ellarian to give him his newest task he had been informed that he would be assigned to the two, both of whom the Prince said had served him well for the last few passes. Aside from Ellarian's current company, it seemed that many of the other rangers were also in the employment or at the least are in some way affiliated with the Corsair Prince.

The Ranger's purpose upon this fortunately was clearer compared to the last. The Prince it seemed had once been quite close to a lady Autarch of one of Iyanden's noble houses, specifically one known as the House of Valor, the lady in question had unfortunately been slain in the great battle for Iyanden and now resided within the cold body of a Wraithlord. The Doom of Iyanden was a tragic tale even Ellarian had learned aboard Valseris, his Craftworld had been one amongst few to offer relief aid to the survivors of Iyanden, those Valserians who left would later return with heavy hearts filled with such sadness and grief that those amongst the Path of Grieving wept for ninety nine nocturnal cycles. Ellarian himself had used those memories of the vivid tales and the holo-recordings he had seen to fuel his hate against the Tyranids when donning his war mask, conjuring such memories now had given him a strange sense of clarity which steadied his aim, with a whispered oath to Khaine he vowed to help repay the Tyranids in kind.

It did not take long for the first sighting of Tyranids to come into Ellarian's view, first there was the great clouds of sands being kicked up by the claws of the chittering horde which were mixed with the green bioluminescence of spore mines which floated above the swarm, he saw them as he had always have, as a single ocean of chitin and flesh, hungering and seeking for biomass to consume. Through his scope, Ellarian could soon see the distinct coloring of the Tyranid swarm; fittingly the swarm had the color of bone and red, exactly the same as the one that assailed Iyanden in the past.

Ellarian soon felt the Seer's psychic gaze upon him.

"Do not fire yet, hold and wait till the tanks brings the swarm in range" commanded the Seer through telepathy.

As if on cue, Ellarian saw several yellow and blue colored forms of Fire Prisms and Falcons speed towards the swarm, the first vehicles to arrive were the Falcons, each one firing a volley of shurikens, scatter lasers and plasma from starcannons. Tyranids Gaunts and Rippers were cut down by the dozens from the volley of each tank, Spore Mines exploded by the dozens as well but none made any major sorts of chain reactions, the swarm responded in kind with a storm of flesh borers which either missed due to the Holo-fields or had uselessly struck against the Force Shields of the Falcons. Shortly after the Falcons first engaged the swarm then came the Fire Prisms which fired a deadly barrage of lavender colored lasers which vaporized many packs of Tyranids. And so the exchange of fire continued with the Grav-tanks receiving only minimal damage and each one reaping a bloody tally from the swarm.

Despite the impressive display of firepower, the swarm did not halt but was merely slowed by the barrage of fire. Inch by bloody inch the swarm closed in with the armor of Iyanden which slowly glided away with the front of the vehicles still facing the swarm.

"Ellarian" came the voice of Illyios, looking to his hooded companion whose face was concealed by his helmet with its red eye lenses looking to the north.

"Tyranids are coming that way" continued Illyana as her vigil to the south continued. Switching places with Illyios, Ellarian propped his Long Rifle by the window and used the scope to peer into the distance. He could see a large swarm of Tyranids heading there way, it was certainly smaller than the one which had engaged the Iyanden tanks, but certainly too large for the three outcasts to deal with, fortunately of course such actions would be unnecessary.

From the distance, Ellarian could make out the forms of Warrior beasts leading many more Gaunts and Rippers; he could also make out a large floating serpent with an oversized head he knew as called a Zoanthrope. Settling his sights upon the Zoanthrope, Ellarian suddenly felt the mental presence of the Farseer once more, this time though it felt as if the Seer's own hands gently guided his own, he felt his aim steady and knew he would not need to take a deep breath before making his next shot.

"Keep your sight upon that one" came the Seer's mental command; the Ranger acquiesced to her order and held his fire. As the swarm closed in, the Seer suddenly sent out a series of telepathic commands to her kin within the webway, all at once multiple squadrons of Warp Spiders gracefully emerged from the webway gates, each warrior would disappear as swiftly as they appeared, each one teleporting a distance in front or to the flanks of the swarm, and each one unleashing a deadly cloud from their Death Spinners.

The light chitin armor of the Gaunts and Rippers proved useless against the monofilament clouds, countless of the lesser Tyranids were sliced into small pieces as if they were thrown into a grinder, yet of course there would be more to take their place and as one the swarm returned fire upon the Warp Spiders. The heavy armor and reinforced wraith bone plates of the Warp Spiders endured against the salvo of flesh borers, yet the Seer knew that against such, their armor would not resist for long and with another mental command, the Warp Spider squadrons teleported away before any serious injuries or casualties among the Aspect Warriors could be incurred.

The Warp Spiders quickly materialized around the nearest webway gates which were laid with runes of healing, thus restoring the Aspect Warriors to full vigor, the Seer extended her sight west to another region and was pleased to see that the Exarch Commander of the Warp Spiders had led his squadrons well with no casualties amongst them. Turning her attention back to the squadrons of tanks, she felt a sense of foreboding as the tanks blazed away at the swarm and yet she noticed quickly at the lack of the larger and more dreadful creatures such as the Carnifexes or Tyrant Guard and even the lack of basic synapse creatures such as the Warriors.

The Seer relayed her orders to the armor companies to continue their barrage and to update her on any changes to the swarm, her sight then went back to the watch tower and she quickly focused her will into the Ranger with the Long Rifle, she guided his hands to the target she had him focus on earlier. As the ranger settled his aim she gave the command to fire.

In a single moment a lance of blue energy struck out from the tower and pierced the oversized head of the Zoanthrope, killing the creature before it could create its shield and sending a psychic backlash that disoriented the smaller Tyranids as well as some of the larger ones. In that same moment, her council unleashed the psychic might they had built up into a storm of warp lightning, an Eldritch Storm to be precise. Bolts of lightning began falling from the sky and each causing explosions of electrical energy that incinerated countless Tyranids, among them were the larger ones which were still disoriented by the death of the Zoanthrope.

Her gaze did not linger long as she quickly turned her attention to another band of outcasts who had taken position upon a plateau east of the outpost, ordering the Warp Spiders back into the webway, she began sending new orders to her forces elsewhere.


No longer feeling the Seer's gaze again and no longer feeling her guidance, Ellarian's focus diminished back to his normal un-augmented state. The Tyranid swarm which had been moving to his position had only partly been decimated, and still there were many hundreds of the creatures heading to the outpost. Setting his sights upon one of the surviving Warrior beasts, Ellarian changed his mind as he noted it lacked any ranged weaponry and switched to another, this one carrying one of the strange organic weaponry common amongst the Tyranids.

Firing his rifle, Ellarian watched as the blue laser lanced directly into the second Warrior's neck, the beast fell with blood gushing out of the wound and disappearing into the swarm of Gaunts and Rippers. Ellarian did not have time to savor the shot as he quickly went about reloading his rifle, after placing in a new energy cell he set his rifle by the window again and searched for a new target, this time aiming for the previous Warrior.

Suddenly feeling a faint tremor, Ellarian's eyes widened in realization for what was about to happen. Outside of the tower, the ground erupted in a shower of stone and sand as Raveners dug their way out, the serpents were followed by several Gaunts and Rippers which began surging out from the emergence holes. Quickly grabbing his communicator, Ellarian signaled for assistance from the Seer

"They are targeting us!" he said with more worry than he would have liked. The Tyranids had cut off their route towards the nearest webway gate which was at the center of the outposts, a barrage of fleshborers quickly began striking against the watch tower and the ranger kept their heads down. Illyia and Illyios fired their pistols at the swarm but such weapons would hardly matter against such numbers, reaching into his bandolier, Ellarian grabbed a plasma grenade and primed the explosive before hurling it out, the grenade disappeared amongst the swarm and after a second it exploded in a brilliant flash of white light. Many Tyranids were slain but not enough to make a difference

"Isha's Tears!" hissed Ellarian as he went for another grenade.

"Your aid has come" came the quick message of the Seer, before he could reply several yellow and blue armored maidens with red manes emerged from the gate, each wielding a pistol and a power sword, the Howling Banshees had arrived. The Tyranids did not have time to react to this new threat before the first row of warrior maidens let loose piercing howls which caused many of the Tyranids to collapse and claw at the air, the earth or each other. The Banshees were then quickly upon the Tyranids, many of the maidens leapt forward and spun their blades in wide arcs which cleaved through the chitinous bodies with ease, from the gate came squads of Guardians led by Warlocks, each Eldar aiding the Banshees with a barrage of fire.

"To the webway, go!" Not needing any further encouragement, the Rangers quickly descended the metal staircase leading down to the ground floor. The siblings were the first to go, while Ellarian was the last, as they descended they could hear the scratching of chitinous claws against stone and against the metal door of the watch tower, the rangers knew that to go outside now was suicide but to stay was also as deadly.

"There will be many Tyranids outside" said Ellarian "if we open the door the beasts will swarm us"

"Set your rifle to fire a Kinetic Pulse" came the voice of Illyiana.

"And I will use a grenade to clear us a path" finished Illyios.

Nodding to his companions, Ellarian began recalibrating his rifle, Illyiana holstered her pistol and used her left hand to work the crude lock of the door, of which she had to jerk the rusted thing a little before it screeched and gave way. Illyios then reached for a grenade and primed the detonator, with a swift series of nervous nods to each other Illyiana opened the door and at that moment Ellarian fired, his rifle let out a bright almost white lance of energy that impacted against a Gaunt and caused the creature as well as many of its kin to be knocked down. Shortly after Illyios hurled his plasma grenade which flew out of the entrance which was then swiftly closed again and exploded in mid air, incinerating many Tyranids.

The Rangers could feel the force of the explosion behind the stone walls of the watch tower but were left unharmed; swiftly opening the door again the Rangers sprinted out as swiftly as their fleeted feet could. The Rangers passed several charred husks of Tyranids but only after three seconds of being outside they ran into the swarm, Illyios cut down a Gaunt with his sword while gunning down another with his pistol, Illyiana swung her sword in a wide arc and cleaved through three more before firing her pistol at another which had been about to leap upon her brother.

Ellarian reversed the grip upon his rifle and use the stock to smash down upon a Ripper which had gashed his leg, his rifle crushed the creature's skull and he moved on, trying to keep up with his companions, he stumbled but quickly regained his footing, he knew full well that to fall down would be death. Hearing a loud wail ahead, his heart leapt as he knew the Banshees were near, swinging his rifle at Hormagaunt which got too close, he struck the foul creature's head to the side but it was not enough to slay it.

The creature recovered and leapt at him, one of its claws slashed his right forearm while the other scraped off of his breastplate, hissing in agony Ellarian tried to strike the creature again but saw a sudden flash from a glowing blade to see that one of his companions he thought to be Illyiana who had slain the creature. Before he could nod his thanks he yelled in surprise as another Hormagaunt leapt towards the other ranger, the Illyiana turned back and tried to go for a defensive stance but shrieked as a fleshborer struck the side of her left shin.

The Hormagaunt landed on Illyiana its claws stabbed into her chest but its blades failed to penetrate the wraithbone armor but it had succeeded in denting it before trying again, it did not get a second chance as Illyios beheaded the Gaunt with his sword. The chittering of the Tyranids was soon drowned out by another wail from a Howling Banshee which sounded as if it were coming to them, many Tyranids fell collapsed and indeed a lithe yellow armored maiden with a blue helmet and a red mane landed upon a Gaunt which had been behind Illyios, the Banshee wielded two swords, the one on her right impaled the creature's head while the other decapitated another.

The Banshee which leapt to their aid was quickly recognized by Ellarian as an Exarch. The Exarch then leapt into action, her blades flashing in a deadly dance as her sisters fell upon the prone forms of the Tyranid. Helping Illyiana up, Ellarian carried the maiden by the shoulder while Illyios covered their escape, the rangers then passed the squadrons of Banshees which began withdrawing in an orderly manner. The rangers made it through the hail of shurikens from the Guardians, each one unafraid of the possibilities of friendly fire as each of the Rangers trusted the skill of the Iyanden troops. Ellarian then began to feel a comfortingly warm sensation spread across his body and recognized it as the power of the runes embedded upon the webway gate. Gently laying Illyiana upon the ground, Ellarian then turned back to the swarm and began reloading his rifle, loading a new power cell he sought a new target and picked out a Ravener which burst out from the ground and leapt towards a Banshee Exarch.

When Ellarian was about to fire his shot, the Exarch swung her Executioner spear in a back handed arch which bifurcated the Ravener and cleaved a number of Gaunts. The Banshee Exarch then began swinging the Executioner in a rotating motion, the bladed end cut down many Tyranids while the blunt end crushed the skulls of many of the smaller creatures all while the rest of the Banshees fell back to the webway gate. With the aid of the Guardians and their Warlock leaders who focused their powers on enhancing the skill of the Aspect Warriors, the Banshees withdrew without any losses, and would be followed by the Guardians and the Rangers. The last to leave was a Banshee Exarch, she grinned underneath her helmet hoping the Tyranids would enjoy the surprise the Rangers had left, in one hand she held a small cylindrical device and with a simple press of a rune she leapt into the webway gate before the Distort bomb detonated and creating a vortex that would drag countless Tyranids into the Warp.

Within the paths of the Webway, the Eldar took a moment to catch their breaths and to check upon their comrades, many of the Banshees had been injured but their armor had been reinforced and thus had only sustained injuries which would heal.

"Return to the main camp" came the mental command of the Farseer. The Eldar troops acquiesced to the Seer's orders and began making their way to the gate which would lead them to the main base of the Iyanden war host. Ellarian and his companions did not require any aid moving through the webway for their wounds had been healed by the previous gate, eventually the Eldar would emerge back to the material universe with the sun glaring down at them and the winds screaming.

Ellarian made a quick survey of the camp to see the Iyanden forces had already set up multiple portals while several Bonesingers had been busy singing into shape several gun turrets which would likely be used as a mobile defense. He also caught sight of the Farseer and her council as they communed with the rest of the army, looking to his companions the siblings nodded to him and went off to recuperate, removing a flask from his belt, Ellarian knew the battle was not over yet.


Farseer Thelanria was relieved the party of rangers and the soldiers that she had sent to rescue them had returned alive, she did not have time to dwell upon it for long as her spirit sight turned back to the rest of the army. Across the battlefield, her troops had been withdrawing from their positions and escaping through the webway and re-emerging at other positions which had been fortified with various defenses, the armoured companies had finally engaged against the larger Tyranid beasts and had been forced to focus fire.

The Ghost Warriors had already engaged the swarm and were already dealing considerable damage, the Wraithcannons annihilated countless small Tyranids and dealt devastating damage to the large beasts, she saw a Wraithguard struck head on by a bolt of warp lightning from a Zoanthrope, the construct fell upon its back, but the soulstone within remained intact and the wraithbone shell began re-knitting itself. The Zoanthrope was struck by a barrage of shuriken fire from the grave platforms which smashed uselessly against its psychic shield, the Zoanthrope then fired another bolt of warp lightning, this time though it exploded upon the psychic shield of Warlock Commander who then pointed his sword at the creature and the air around it ignited in flames, incinerating many Tyranids.

A support platforms armed with a distort cannon then opened fired at the Zoanthrope, the bolt of warp lightning from the cannon traveled swiftly and opened a vortex into the warp which shredded countless more Tyranids and sucked in the Zoanthrope. Across the swarm several more bolts of warp lightning from distort cannons were fired, creating multiple vortexes which caused immense casualties amongst the swarm.

Trusting the skill of the Warlock, she set her sight upon the Exarch Commander of the Warp Spiders at the western front, she watched as the Warp Spiders unleashed a barrage of monofilaments upon another swarm, cutting the creatures into pieces, she watched as the Exarch materialized above an injured Carnifex and plunged his power blades into its skull, slaying the creature. The Exarch then hurled down an orb which generated a force shield around him that prevent the fire of several Tyranids from striking him, the Exarch then leapt towards the chittering swarm around him and slaughtered several Gaunts before teleporting away. Several mycetic spores were raining down upon the positions of the Warp Spiders, but the Aspect warriors remained on the move, just to be safe though she ordered a squadron of Falcons to peel away from the main battle group to aid Warp Spiders.

Turning her attention to the forces at her camp, the seer began ordering multiple squadrons into the webway to head back into the eastern front. She then cut off her mental link to her council and rose to her feet, the Warlocks then got up as well and nodded to the Farseer, each one began gripping the hafts of their spears and began making their way to the nearest gate. The Farseer put on her ghosthelm and tightly held her singing spear, she knew that the battle would be over soon and she would be there to finish it.


Emerging once more into the open desert, Ellarian found himself upon a rocky plateau which offered a good view of the area around him, he spotted a hill to the north from which he noted were several squadrons of Guardians and even Rangers who fired at the Tyranid swarm from behind barricades. The Eldar upon the other hill then suddenly stopped firing and began rushing into webway gates, he wondered what happened then suddenly felt tremors beneath his feet which were much stronger than the ones of the Raveners.

Just as the last of the Eldar made it into the Webway, several massive spikes burst from the earth, throwing up stones and sands around while one emerged underneath the webway gate, obliterating it. Ellarian looked behind him to see the Farseer and council emerge from the webway, the seer paid him no heed and turned to one of her council member who nodded something which was unintelligible to Ellarian. Stepping aside and making way for the Seer Council, Ellarian looked to his companions who gave their own nods of assent and the party began searching for a good vantage point.

The battle then progressed on the eastern front this time with the Farseer leading her troops from the front. Unleashing powerful storms of warp lightning; the Seer and her council directed the volleys of fire from the Guardian companies as well as the fire from a pair of Fireprism Tanks which recalibrated their weapons for single powerful targets. With a sudden lance of lavender lightning, the Fireprisms slew a Carnifex which severely damaged one of the tanks with a venom cannon, as the creature collapsed and gave its last breath, multiple Guardians began swarming the damaged vehicle and began making repairs.

Ellarian had found himself atop a large stone which offered him a vantage point, he picked out the form of a Warrior beast wielding a gun and was about to fire, but the lance of energy from another ranger's Long Rifle struck the creature through its face. Switching to another target, Ellarian swore when he noticed it was a massive Tyranid with four limbs which ended in massive claws, from bitter experience he recognized this creature as of being the Hive Tyrant.

Aiming for the Tyrant, Ellarian held his breath and fired; his shot lanced straight and true towards the Tyrant but crashed harmlessly into a psychic shield, cursing he began to reload his rifle but then felt a charge in the air. Looking to the Seer, he saw her raise a her left hand to the sky and warp lightning burst forth, soon lightning bolts descended into the swarm, incinerating many again with an Eldritch Storm.

Reloading his rifle, he looked into the scope and watched as bolts of lightning struck against the shield of the Hive Tyrant, he watched and waited for an opportunity, and when it came he fired. The lance of energy struck into the chest of the Hive Tyrant, smashing a hole into its body but the beast still stood, roaring in defiance. The Seer then charged forwards into the swarm with her council and a few Howling Banshees, the Guardians and the Rangers were soon aided by multiple squadrons of Warp Spiders which began to materialize around them, shortly after spiders came several more tanks which added their fire to the volley. The combined fire of the Eldar cut down many Tyranids and allowed the melee troops time to close in, Ellarian watched as the Farseer and her council cut through the swarms of Tyranids and even the larger beasts were unable to stop them due to the concentrated fire from the armor.

He watched as the Hive Tyrant attempted to withdraw and fired another shot at it, this time the laser bolt struck against the armored back of the Tyrant, Ellarian cursed knowing that his shot would have had little effect. In a swift moment the Warp Spider Exarch Commander suddenly materialized in front of the Hive Tyrant alongside several Howling Banshees who wailed and screamed at the Tyranids, the Tyrant raised one of its claws to smash down upon the Exarch who disappeared and materialized above the back of the Tyrant's head. The Exarch then brought his power blades down into the back of the Tyrant's neck and began opening fire at point blank range with his Death Spinners.

The Tyrant thrashed and flailed wildly trying to get the Exarch off before he disappeared again and in its distraction it did not see the Farseer as she thrust her spear into its chest. The blade sunk deep and Tyrant roared once more, but this time it was weak and the creature began to collapse, the Hive Tyrant's power began to weaken and many of the Tyranids began to become confused and many began tearing at each other or trying to flee the Eldar assault.

The Seer and her council unleashed volleys of warp lightning at the swarm and the remaining Eldar soldiers began to pursue the Tyranids, Ellarian himself continued to pick random targets and begin firing until all that remained were either corpses or those that had fled.

When the battle was over, the Rangers returned to the main camp to collect their belongings, gathering his survival kit, Ellarian looked to his companions whose helmeted features could not conceal the satisfaction he could feel emanating from them, with a nod to his companions, the three Rangers made their way into the nearest webway gate with their mission accomplished. The other Ranger squadrons would remain to assist the Iyanden in cleansing the planet of all Tyranid life as well as to see to incineration of those slain in the battle.

With one last look to the desert, Ellarian was glad to no longer be around the cold and unnerving presences of the Ghost Warriors, he wondered though in grim curiosity if, when his time comes, would he as well be placed into the shell of a Wraithguard? He found that it disturbed him to the core and shook such thoughts away, taking a step into the webway he disappeared from the material plane into the twisting paths back to Vaul-anarath.