One reason Zhou Yun had agreed to bring Jeanne to the Lower Hive was because he had his eye on her nearly heaven-defying precognitive ability.
She had promised to find the location of the Warp engine for Zhou Yun by relying on that same ability.
"This route will lead us into some severely mutated Genestealer hybrids. They wait to capture anyone who wanders into this passage."
Jeanne pointed at one of the tunnels.
In her hazy, doe-like eyes, countless different scenes seemed to be reflected.
"This one leads deeper into the hive's pipe system. Ancient viruses linger there, and many infected plague zombies wander within."
"This passage leads to the Hedonists' final stronghold. They indulge in endless revelry there, and anyone who wanders in will become a tool for their pleasure."
"This one leads to an abandoned arena deep in the Bottom Hive. Only by shedding enough blood—or making others shed it—can one leave."
"Um, this passage doesn't lead anywhere, but the passage itself is a prank by the Lord of Change. Once you enter, it turns into an endlessly extending labyrinth that makes people wander inside forever."
"This one... uh, at the end of this one is a group of Orks who infiltrated underground beneath the hive. They were cursed by a spell cast by the Lord of Change and got lost here."
"And this one... at the end are several secret Dark Eldar hideouts. They've been abandoned, but they're still dangerous."
Come on, this was a little too much, wasn't it?
As Zhou Yun listened to Jeanne predict each passage one by one, his scalp increasingly tingled.
Genestealers, ancient plague zombies, eternal feasts, blood-sacrifice arenas, pipe labyrinths made by the Lord of Change, lost Orks in the Bottom Hive, and Dark Eldar hideouts—
Over ten thousand years, Ashford's