Murphy and the Flame Grail

"I don't know what old Finok did in the New World, but from the few things he let slip to me, it must have been truly horrifying. The last White Knight saint in the world had once been left with nothing in his mind but thoughts of self-destruction.

"He went there to find Avalon's three sacred oak blades.

"He found them.

"The price was that he lost himself.

"Perhaps the moment he returned to the Old World, he had already set foot on the path to his fated death."

In the Hall of Sacred Blood, which had already been cleared out so old Flywheel could mine the raw burning gold ore, Murphy walked through it with a look of disgust, accompanied by the equally disgusted Chuchute.

The place was still only partially enclosed. All the rubble above rested on the branches of the enormous, cage-like oak tree that old Finok had become, making the former Hall of Sacred Blood look like a strange fusion of earth and stone with a colossal plant.

The isolated subspace aura had long since dissipated and been cleansed. Only the purest natural energy still flowed through the place.

Of course, being shaped by direct exposure to the power of the Warp had filled the underground with vast quantities of raw burning gold ore. The ore on the surface had already been mined, but the automatic excavators designed by old Flywheel were still digging away day and night in the tunnels below. The heaps of burning gold ore had also produced some rather strange effects.

Even standing here, Murphy could feel all sorts of thoughts surging through his mind with an almost abnormal intensity, especially his many different desires.

The Blood Vultures were, by nature, a people of desire.

Blood Vulture vampires found it hard to