The Dawnblade is a relic weapon of the Aeldari, a sword whose edge is said to carry the searing brilliance of a sun rising over a doomed world. To behold it drawn is to witness a fragment of the artistry of a race that was ancient when humanity still huddled in caves, its craft as beautiful as it is lethal.
Wielded by the war-leaders of the Aeldari, the blade moves with the impossible swiftness that defines their arts of war, each stroke a stanza in a lethal dance rehearsed over centuries. Where lesser weapons hack and batter, the Dawnblade parts armour and flesh with a grace that renders the killing almost gentle, a mercy the doomed foe seldom appreciates.
In the hands of an Autarch or Exarch, the Dawnblade becomes a thing of legend, its light flaring bright in the gloom of battle as the enemies of the Aeldari are cut down. To the dwindling children of the stars, who measure every death of their kin against the slow extinction of their people, such a blade is worth more than a hundred crude human armies, and they wield it with a desperate, exquisite artistry.
The reliquary continues
