A ten-thousandth of yours, but...
Nimrod and Magnus walked into the heart of the mountains. The Black Basalt altar and the dark cavern exploded apart, becoming a giant pit.
He gazed at the black hole several hundred meters across. The rock wall above was crystal-clear, the same elegant material that made up the Titan.
Scarlet could be faintly seen within the pale, milky-white dome. The blood sacrificed by Atiri and the other Agoru had seeped into it, pulsing without end.
Like the Aeldari Titan, this place had also been corrupted by Chaos. Nine thousand pitch-black, filthy vines spread out from the depths of the pit.
With wet, slippery sounds, they surged and spread.
The Daemonology Psyker Santiago Bergkamp walked over to the remains of the stone platform and gazed at one of the runes.
"It isn't an Aeldari rune."
Hathor Maat of the Thousand Sons' Pavoni walked to his side and stared at the carved image of a coiled golden serpent with silver eyes.
"I sense dead corruption within it, yet also abundant vitality contained inside."
Nimrod's gaze naturally swept over Hathor. Because of the power I bestowed on Hathor, Magnus trusts him more now.
He remembered that Magnus had only brought Ahriman.
"Something is calling..." Ahriman listened to the soft, dreamlike whispers, within which the fragrance of bliss was hidden.
Magnus's eyes slid into a deep, pitch-black darkness, his pupils dilating to an extreme, as if they were stuffed full of black tendrils just like those around them.
"Focus! Rise into the tenth-layer Mindset and block out those voices."
Ahriman's and Hathor's consciousness rose into a higher Mindset, finding peace and tranquility in the inner sanctum of the mind.
The Shadow of Order also maintained the third-layer Mindset of Thelema. Santiago stared downward, where, amid the twisting and churning