The Webway is a strange dimension, independent of both the Warp and realspace—a labyrinthine maze, primarily used to isolate the Warp and enable low-cost faster-than-light travel.
It was constructed by the ancient Old Ones, a race long extinct since the War in Heaven. Now, this ancient legacy has passed to the Eldar.
Although the Eldar have long lost the technology to recreate or extensively repair the Webway, the remnants still allow them safe FTL travel across most of the galaxy.
Eldar ships, crafted from psychoplast bone and full of flowing, artistic lines, silently glide through the mist-filled tunnels.
The vessels stir the hazy mist, leaving swirling vortices that vanish in an instant.
The Webway changes constantly; without proper knowledge, anyone who enters recklessly is likely to be lost forever.
Having just boarded the ship, Datch found everything inside fascinating.
Like a child with a new toy, he hopped around, exploring the uniquely styled corridors and rummaging through boxes.
Even if the boxes didn't yield any rare items, he had to open them—or his hands would itch from curiosity.
Unlike the Imperial ships of humanity, which emphasized steel, sanctity, and grandeur, every creation of the Eldar exuded elegance, natural beauty, and an ineffable spirituality.
"It's so realistic,"
Datch marveled, running his fingers over the cold, finely textured wraithbone walls.
"The Warhammer Universe game really nails every detail to perfection."
After wandering for a while, Datch arrived at the bridge.
Living Saint Celestine, Inquisitor Greyfax, and the Eldar Farseer led by Yvraine were all present.
His arrival drew the attention of everyone in the room.
The Eldar, in particular, looked at him with suspicion, curiosity, and unconcealed confusion.
Eldrad of Ulthwé was the most perplexed of all.
He exhausted all his knowledge and utilized various secret arts in an attempt to glimpse this stranger's true fate.
Yet, all he could see was an endless, impenetrable fog that blocked all divination.
Even more unsettling: the appearance of this mysterious human was like a massive stone thrown into the river of fate, creating unpredictable ripples.
Lord Castellan Creed, who should have died heroically on Cadia's battlefield,
And Garrein, Emperor's Champion, fated to perish on the icy world of Klaisus, were both miraculously still alive.
Their destinies had been forcibly twisted, and their futures had become unseeable, unpredictable.
This enigmatic figure was subtly and incomprehensibly distorting and reshaping the fate of everyone around him.
"Could all this… be the scheme of Tzeentch?"
After all, only that unnameable Chaos God could so thoroughly twist fate in the galaxy.
Eldrad could think of no other explanation.
…
Meanwhile, deep within the bizarre, ever-shifting Crystal Labyrinth of the Warp, the Changer of Ways, Tzeentch, was gleefully weaving countless threads of fate, endlessly amused by the mortal world.
Just then, on a certain planet, a Khornate cultist was about to break the Imperial lines and offer up a world to the Blood God through endless slaughter.
Victory was at hand—when suddenly, an Imperial fleet, lost in the Warp since the 37th Millennium, was nudged by an unseen hand into orbit around the planet.
Sensing something was wrong, the fleet immediately performed an orbital bombardment, sending all the Khornate cultists to meet their gods.
"Kekekeke!"
Hearing the howls and wails of the dead, Tzeentch was delighted, humming and chuckling to himself.
Elsewhere, Khorne, seated upon his Brass Throne, saw his followers so toyed with and was consumed by a storm of rage.
The Blood God immediately blessed his Bloodletters and Daemons with terrifying power, roaring furiously:
"Kill that blue-feathered birdman for me!"
Tzeentch paid no mind to the uproar outside his labyrinth; after all, that muscle-brained brute could never break in.
Let him fume in his impotence.
Just as Tzeentch was preparing to weave the fate of his next unlucky victim, fine cracks suddenly appeared without warning on the threads of fate—threads woven from countless possibilities.
It looked as if everything might collapse in the next second, but the cracks instantly healed themselves.
Tzeentch: ...
What's going on??
"Could it be Khorne and his muscle-brained followers trying to break fate itself?"
…
On the bridge, Datch—blissfully unaware of the Warp's surges—bounced past the assembled crowd.
Celestine, Greyfax, Archmagos Cawl, and other Imperial leaders respectfully saluted him.
After several battles, they were certain Datch was the Emperor's envoy, sent to save them, and treated him with great respect.
Datch walked over to Yvraine, who had a golden question mark above her head, and opened her info panel.
[Yvraine, Farseer of the Eldar, Emissary of Death, ally of Roboute Guilliman, Regent Consort of the Imperium, designated mother of the Ultramarines]
"Is there anything you need my help with?" Datch asked expectantly.
Yvraine frowned at this strange human.
"You seem to have not told me—"
"Skip, skip!" Datch shouted. "What's my quest?"
"I was going to—"
"Skip…"
Yvraine wanted to ask for intel, but Datch kept yelling "skip," leaving her speechless.
Standing nearby, the Harlequin's hand rested on the hilt of the Howling Sword Asuvar, ready to act at any moment.
Garrein narrowed his eyes, hand on his bolt pistol—if anyone dared attack the nameless Angel of the Emperor, he would respond in kind.
Eldrad reached out and grabbed the Harlequin's hand; when the latter looked at him, he shook his head, signaling not to act rashly.
"Can you help us form an alliance with the Imperium?" Yvraine asked tentatively.
[Quest: Forge an alliance between the Imperium and the Ynnari.
The Great Rift has split the galaxy, Chaos threatens all. Every race must meet this challenge. Please help Yvraine, Emissary of Death, ally with the soon-to-be-revived Primarch—Roboute Guilliman.
Quest Reward: 2000 XP, 2000 Points, Pokéball ×5]
Pokéball?
Could it be possible to catch Pokémon in the Warhammer universe??
Interesting!!
Datch imagined tossing a Pokéball and capturing a daemon as if it were a Pokémon—the thought alone was thrilling.
"I'll help you," Datch nodded.
Receiving the quest, Datch moved to Garrein, the Emperor's Champion, who had a green exclamation mark overhead.
The info panel suggested he could improve his weapon proficiency and swordsmanship.
"Honored Angel of the Emperor." Garrein didn't know Datch's name and could only address him this way.
"Can you teach me swordsmanship?" Datch asked.
Garrein smiled, "It would be my honor. Let's find a place—I will teach you thoroughly."
With that, Garrein and two battle-brothers left the bridge, Datch bounding after them.
"Just what is that guy's background?"
Meliniel from Biel-Tan looked at the departing Datch and asked Eldrad and the others.
Unfortunately, no one could answer.
…