The Blood Sea March paid no attention to a lone intruder.
It was uncertain whether they even possessed the self-will to react, or whether they were merely extensions of a god, devoid of any self and thus incapable of noticing or giving warning.
Ahriman followed them.
The edge of the endless Blood Sea suddenly came to an end.
At the end of the tranquil sea of blood lay a world of blazing fire and chains, like the hell described in humanity's myths since ancient times.
Countless beings were trapped within, cruelly tortured.
Those who carried out the torture amid the flames were Khorne Daemon Bloodletters.
But they were not entirely Khorne Daemons.
Leaning on his Sceptre, Ahriman watched and discovered that these Daemons had unstable forms.
At times they were scarlet Bloodletters; at other times, they were dark-red Daemons.
When Ahriman looked at them this time, he received no impression telling him their names, so he could only speculate based on his own knowledge and intuition.
"This hell is the other extreme of the Blood Sea, imprisoning those who are hated."
"Those Daemons may once have been servants of the Blood God, but now they serve a new god."
"Just like authority that has been seized—it once belonged to the Blood God, but no longer does."
As Ahriman pondered this, his gaze fell upon a woman dressed in splendid clothing.
The corner where the woman stood contained a church.
Only half of the church remained. Bricks and stones from the broken edges of its structure floated sporadically amid smoke and fire.
The entire church was filled with flames.
At the center of the church stood a magnificent statue—the statue of the Emperor.
But when the woman suddenly sensed something strange and turned around, she discovered in utter terror that the