Li Feng's letter was penned by Eliette, as Li Feng couldn't write Aeldari script, so Eliette proactively took on the role of his scribe.
Li Feng began in a minimalist Imperial style, with a simple yet weighty opening: "To the two esteemed leaders of Commorragh, Mr. Victor and Ms. Malys."
However, the content of the letter was far from as monotonous as its opening, quickly turning to sharp and incisive language:
"Your struggle is unfolding at the foot of a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Evidently, you both believe you can survive this perilous environment and still emerge victorious."
"But regrettably, you haven't realized that the volcano has already begun to erupt.
If not for us humans chasing away Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, Nurgle's chosen Typhus, Tzeentch's chosen Ahriman..., you would likely have already become sustenance for 'a certain lady.'
Incidentally, the Daemon Prince of the one you fear has already been personally 'optimized' by my wife."
"The aftershocks of Chaos have not receded, and the Imperium did not willingly step into this quagmire, but rather to avert a catastrophe poised to devour countless lives.
If you continue to ignore these warnings and persist in your futile slaughter, then the next course of action is simple: I will unite all remaining available forces to flatten Commorragh.
At that point, there will be no Victors, only ruins."
The letter's tone shifted towards the end, becoming stern yet surprisingly rational:
"Of course, I am not a heartless person.
War can solve some problems, but the true winners are those willing to change.
Therefore, I propose a final suggestion: a meeting with us humans and your kin, the Ark Aeldari, at a designated neutral location.
We will redefine the future of Commorragh and the future of the cosmos."
"The choice is yours, but please remember, no matter what your decision, we already hold sufficient leverage."
"Wishing you a good day — your friend: Li Feng."
Just a few hours after the letter was sent, the conflict in Commorragh suddenly saw a brief lull.
Although small skirmishes still occurred, the Core battlefield was eerily quiet.
A well-preserved Aeldari mansion in Commorragh was temporarily requisitioned as a princely residence...
The city lights in the distance flickered in the night like a dancing Daemon, and the shrieks of the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari intertwined with the commands of the Imperium, forming a bizarre tableau.
"Do you think they will come?" Celestine softly asked, resting her chin on Li Feng's shoulder, a hint of hope in her eyes.
Li Feng smiled faintly, gazing into the distance: "They will come, even if not sincerely, it will certainly be to gauge my bottom line."
Celestine scoffed playfully: "So, you're in your sage mode now?"
As she spoke, Celestine twisted her waist, trying to find a comfortable "perch" on Li Feng.
At this moment, Celestine said: "I'm quite interested in Miss Inquisitor..."
Li Feng wasn't surprised by Celestine's words, as the fact that Celestine was the Imperium's 'wrench' was practically a foregone conclusion.
"That's your business, so you're planning to make a move on Grefax?"
Celestine thought of Grefax's shy demeanor, got up from Li Feng, walked to the bedside, and pulled out a few tissues from a box to wipe herself.
"How should I put it? She gives me the feeling... like a cupcake, I just want to take a big bite out of her."
As she spoke, Li Feng stood up with a light chuckle, picked up a bottle of Aeldari-style drink, poured a glass, and handed it to Celestine.
Celestine took the drink, took a sip, and said: "But her vigilance and defensiveness are more like... a suppressed emotion."
Li Feng took a sip of his drink, his gaze seemingly piercing through the distant flames outside the window.
He didn't respond to Celestine's words, but instead murmured: "I don't understand things between you girls, but if you're going to start a 'Battle of Red Cliffs,' you can come to me for advice."
Celestine placed her glass aside, leaning against the wall.
She licked her lips... "Can you demonstrate for me now?"
(Some words omitted below...)
Meanwhile, in the camps of Victor and Malys, the high-ranking officials of both sides were fiercely debating whether to accept the invitation in the letter.
Despite their differing stances, one point was surprisingly consistent: no one dared to underestimate the deterrent power revealed in the letter.
A few hours later,
Commorragh's marketplace, once a symbol of the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari's decadent lifestyle, with countless relics of wicked transactions displayed beneath its colossal dome, had now become the venue for the four-way talks.
The Imperial Aquila had long been planted in the center of the ruins, replacing the former high position of Drukhari / Dark Aeldari runes, asserting the temporary sovereignty of the city.
A long table was placed in the central area of the marketplace, covered with a simple white velvet cloth, symbolizing the serious atmosphere of the negotiations.
Representatives from the four factions arrived successively, occupying different positions around the long table, and the atmosphere immediately became tense and oppressive.
Li Feng, dressed in a slightly casual military uniform, sat calmly in the central position.
Behind him stood Celestine, radiating holy light, Russ and Khan, two Primarchs, several Chapter Masters of Astartes Chapters, and dozens of Astra Militarum Commanders.
They stood behind Li Feng, their sharp gazes sweeping over every attendee, as if silently reminding everyone present that the will of the Imperium was not to be underestimated.
Yvraine and Asuryan sat side by side; the former wore an elegant dark green battle armor, her face composed but with hidden sharpness, while the latter calmly stared at the other participants in the meeting, his eyes revealing the Ark Aeldari's arrogance and composure.
They exchanged few words, but the subtle understanding between them was evident; in certain areas, they shared a common aversion to the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari.
Malys was expressionless, dressed in a purple gown, her fingers gently tapping the table with a fan, creating an unsettling rhythm.
Behind her stood a squad of well-equipped Drukhari / Dark Aeldari warriors, their gazes as sharp as blades, ready to draw their swords if negotiations broke down.
Victor's expression was somewhat solemn.
He wore traditional Drukhari / Dark Aeldari general's attire, holding a staff inlaid with spirit stones, clearly intending to display his legitimate status with this outfit.
However, his gaze constantly scrutinized Malys warily, fearing a sudden attack from her.
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