Nimrod entered the core of Isha's Doom Mausoleum.
The mausoleum floor resembled a seabed strewn with mother-of-pearl, with a forest of slender Spires rising from it.
Winding paths threaded between the Spires, the shortest of which stood several hundred meters tall.
The Spires were jointed in form; some tapered gradually, while others bulged like stalactites.
Every tower was embedded with gleaming Spirit Stones, brightening and dimming amid surging streams of light.
Mist seeped from the tower tips, flickering with the rhythm of breathing and shrouding the burial chamber.
Black shadows slid down the towers, flowing like a rushing river.
Nimrod did not immediately collect the Spirit Stones. Instead, he looked around and observed the mausoleum's interior.
There were no tombs or gravestones in the entire mausoleum, nor were there statues, obelisks, or any other physical memorials for mourning the dead. There were not even lengthy inscriptions recording achievements and legacies.
The Aeldari commemorated their dead in an entirely different way. He had already learned this from Slau Dha's memories.
He followed the thirty-meter-wide walkway toward the source of the green light.
At the center of the cavern lay a deep vertical shaft like a gaping Great Maw. A brilliant emerald fountain surged from within, transforming into a pillar of light that shot toward the golden dome.
Yet at the very highest point reached by the pillar was an absolute black void that devoured everything. It was both perfectly still and churning endlessly.
The Obsidian eyes of the shadow incarnation flickered as they discerned a shape within the deep, dark void.
It was a black hole.
It swallowed the boundaries beyond the galaxy, lands beyond imagination, and entire galaxies.
Nimrod felt that it was like another Eye of Terror, drawing in the world beneath his feet and sheltering it from Slaanesh's