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Verillion seemed to have no flaws to speak of. Even when Alvin insulted him, he didn't seem to get angry.

And people like that were the most troublesome.

"Fine."

Alvin agreed.

"Please follow me, Mr. Alvin, along with the Adeptus Custodes and the Succubus lady at your side." Verillion's gaze swept over them, easily seeing through Terrax's identity. His twelve limbs scraped against the floor as he turned and walked deeper into the laboratory. "This place really isn't suitable for receiving guests of my standing. I hope you don't mind if we move somewhere else?"

This offered a glimpse of the noble bearing Verillion had inherited from the old Aeldari Empire: noble and elegant, always rational and cold. It was a feeling rooted in blood, utterly beyond the reach of the Dark Eldar of today.

"Of course."

Alvin naturally had no objection.

After all, this place was too bloody. It wasn't that he couldn't stomach it; he just thought it was rather tacky.

Led by Verillion, they went through the back door of the laboratory, descended a spiral staircase, and arrived at a magnificent palace hall.

The vaulted ceiling soared over a hundred feet high, supported by arches encrusted with skulls carved from solid amethyst. Transparent, glittering crystals had been set into the eye sockets of every skull, casting a bright glow.

A dark red carpet covered the floor, but it seemed to be made of living flesh. As they walked across it, anguished faces occasionally appeared with each rise and fall of their steps, only to vanish again almost immediately.

The niches in the walls on either side held statues of the suffering, carved from adamantium and obsidian. Every one was a work of art, seemingly combining beauty and divinity, religion and humanity.

Without exception, each statue had a