"Huh?"
Yvraine looked somewhat bewildered.
At that moment, this chosen one personally selected by the Death God Ynnead had, unusually, fallen into a state of complete mental blankness.
She had yet to fully recover from the cool, peaceful afterglow of death. Her eyes were unfocused as she stared at the spatial rift that had appeared out of nowhere before her.
Unique patterns of light glimmered along the portal's edges, while an inexplicable breeze drifted through the air.
The frost on the ground rustled beneath that breeze.
Yvraine had many questions.
This was clearly supposed to be a carefully selected hidden location for the Cult of the Reaper.
Even within the incomparably intricate Webway, with its countless branches, this node was an exceptionally difficult place to find.
Yvraine could even be certain that after the Cult of the Reaper had chosen this place as the core site for the ritual, they had severed every possible means of tracing it.
As for records of this section of the Webway—even the Black Library, which claimed to possess a complete Webway map, might not have held this place's precise coordinates.
So how had this door opened here?
Still, she was the Daughter of Shadows, the undefeated champion of Commorragh's arenas.
Yvraine squeezed her eyes shut, forcibly suppressing the lingering numbness of death deep within her soul. When she opened them again, she swiftly surveyed her surroundings.
Every wall within sight was covered in crackling fissures, as though an invisible giant hand had gripped the place and violently twisted it.
The ancient Old Ones architectural components that had once hung from the Webway vault had been completely shattered. Their remains lay scattered everywhere, and some had seemingly been forcibly fused together by some indescribable power, forming bizarre and twisted shapes.
Warp psychic energy continued to