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Cairo, at the foot of the pyramids.
Nick Fury truly lived up to his title as the future king of spies. His psychological resilience was extraordinarily strong.
After learning most of the Warp's taboos from Anna, he forced himself to observe the situation outside through the gaps in the ruined buildings, searching for an opportunity.
By then, the streets had completely become a hellish scene of terror.
The humans who had been exposed to high concentrations of Warp energy for too long had already had their bodies twisted into all manner of indescribable forms.
Some had grown extra limbs, some had completely fused into enormous masses, while others floated in midair like beings described in ancient miracles, chanting obscure, blasphemous scriptures.
Screams of extreme pain mixed with ecstatic delight echoed through the streets and alleys, as though composing a bizarre melody.
"Anna!" Afraid that the monsters would notice them, Fury lowered his voice. "You said you followed me because of Alvin's orders. Where is he now? What should we do? Is there anything we can do to help him?"
Leaning against the corner of the wall, Anna slowly opened her eyes.
She wore revealing Dark Eldar attire that looked rather provocative, without the slightest appearance one would expect from a warrior.
But Fury still noticed the strange runes on her equipment. Those patterns seemed to be faintly glowing.
"Probably on his way." Anna answered briefly. "As for us? We only need to do one thing..."
"Stay alive until he arrives."
"Just wait here?"
Fury tightened his grip on his energy pistol. In such a bizarre domain, this firearm seemed to be the only thing that could offer him even a shred of psychological comfort. "Millions of people outside are turning