In the corridor, a Grey Knight stood with a halberd in hand, like a statue carved from stone.
Beside the daemon, more daemons gradually emerged, looking almost exactly like it.
They had the same mesmerizingly seductive faces and bearing, backward-bending hoofed legs, forked tails tipped with venomous barbs, and smooth skin.
These were Daemonettes, the lowest-ranking creatures in Slaanesh's legions.
Unlike Alvin, who remained as steady as a mountain, Howard and Carter were far less composed as they watched.
More and more daemons filled the corridor, establishing an overwhelming numerical advantage. Meanwhile, the Grey Knights fought individually, separated into distant areas, with almost every one of them facing dozens of daemons.
The sight immediately brought Howard out in a cold sweat. "A-Alvin, do we really not need to help?"
"No."
Alvin's voice was full of confidence in the Grey Knights.
"B-but there are only four of them! With this many enemies, and fighting separately... isn't that too dangerous?" Watching the scattered Grey Knights fall into the daemons' encirclement, Carter's heart rose into her throat. She was on humanity's side, after all.
After learning how terrifying a Warp disaster could be, she wished she could travel back a few minutes and slap herself!
If not for her stubbornness, things would never have turned out like this!
In fact, she could fairly be held responsible for half the escalation of this disaster and the deaths it had caused.
If she had followed Alvin's orders, could they have contained the disaster sooner?
Unfortunately, there were no ifs in this world.
Chester's obsessive extremism, together with her stubbornness and suspicion, had been the primary triggers of this disaster.
That was precisely why Carter wanted to correct her mistake.
"If there's anything about us you're still dissatisfied with, I can change it," she said firmly.