Old Earth

I am a seer,’ said Eldrad, speaking to Narek through the mask of his Ghosthelm.
‘The armour you wear under those robes says otherwise,’ said Narek, rising to his feet and rubbing the side of his skull where Eldrad had struck him. ‘I suppose this isn’t real pain I am feeling.’
‘Oh, it is real. The pain is the mind convulsing.’
‘You struck my mind? That’s low, even for xenos.’
‘I do not care for that word.’
‘Then I shall employ it more often. You still haven’t told me who you are.’
‘I am a seer, one of Ulthwé. Eldrad. Eldrad Nuirasha Ulthran.’