The Ultimate Mystery: The Navigator and the Crimson Yellow Latitude Longitude Navigation Chart!

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"I hereby declare!"

Mar-Vell's fervent chant, laced with blasphemous syllables, echoed across the ritual altar inside the Pyramid.

The six rings of light shuddered as if they had found an outlet, then burst straight through the Pyramid's roof and into the sky!

An immense iridescent glow and the clouds churning wildly around it seemed to herald something momentous!

On the ritual altar, chains tightened like pythons, inching the cocoon-wrapped Alvin toward the center of the rings.

Within the six rings, a colorful vortex opened, radiating a pulse that made the soul tremble.

It was the entrance to Slaanesh's domain—a womb the Dark Prince had prepared especially for his soon-to-be-born "darling."

Under the assault of countless sensations, Alvin's consciousness was like a reef battered by raging waves.

"My master, the last Atropos..."

Mar-Vell's voice was tender as a lover's whisper, yet cold as a wind from the abyss. "Become part of Him. Sink into eternal pleasure. This... is your destiny!"

Deep in the cocoon-wrapped Alvin's pupils, a red light flickered.

It was the "scar" Khorne had left on him, and a mark as well.

But against the Dark Prince's meticulously prepared sixfold ritual, that savage mark dimmed beneath the assault of countless sensations pushed to their limits. Like a candle in a storm, it could go out at any moment!

Just as the rings were about to swallow Alvin completely—

Thump!

In the space of a heartbeat, time... stopped.

No. It had not stopped. It had been interfered with!

The space around the ritual altar folded into strange, overlapping layers.

Mar-Vell's movements stretched into countless afterimages, each one a trace of her past. The six rings dragging Alvin along now turned frame by frame, like a stuttering film.

The colorful light enveloping him flowed thick and slow, like syrup that