Tzeentch: Me? Me?

Fabius's steps were hurried, his iron boots clanging against the floor amid the hungry howls surrounding him.

The Hive Mind grew ever more urgent, ever more ravenous. It wanted to feed, to feed without end.

Its claws tore continuously at the bubble formed by the Gellar Field. Its tentacles lashed around the ship and dragged it deeper into the shadows, while its mandibles gnawed at the ethereal reality protecting the vessel, trying to swallow everything whole.

What a vile existence. The cocoon in the Warp behind Fabius was trembling faintly as well, terrified by the Hive Mind's presence.

It was also because of that cocoon, because of the unborn Pater Mutatis within it, that Fabius could vaguely make out what lay within the shadows.

It coiled through the Warp, an eternal hunger that would never fade. It longed to feed, to devour everything in the universe. That longing even extended to itself—if it truly succeeded in consuming all things in the universe, it would bite down on its own tail and devour itself.

This was an incomparably powerful entity. Even if Fabius became the so-called Pater Mutatis, he would be unable to match it. Even the primarchs would find it difficult to defeat this monster.

But the Gellar Field should still be able to hold for a little while.

Bang!!!!

The instant that thought crossed Fabius's mind, the Gellar Field burst apart like a balloon pierced by a needle. Hundreds upon hundreds of strange claws, fangs, mandibles, and tentacles emerged from the shadows and plunged into the ship beneath Fabius's feet, effortlessly tearing through its armor and stabbing deep inside.

The Gellar Field had been breached?

So quickly?

How?

No.

The Gellar Field had been shut down.

Fabius froze for a moment, his expression darkening slightly.

Melusine. His daughter.

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