Cirinandril stood on the bridge of her Dragonship Iyanden, looking out across the stars. She had finally arrived at the Araneae system and she knew that a long struggle with many losses lay on the horizon. She had seen darkness in the future for this system and although she did not know exactly what would be the catalyst, she knew this system was destined for destruction or worse, corruption. Out there amongst the stars, millions of aliens were going about their daily tasks, oblivious to what was about to come. The warp, however, had given her a clear vision – the Tyranids were coming.