The stars dimmed into fading light and went out. Worlds burned, shattered, and the sky became a torn canvas, where a winged monster began joyfully smearing foul, filthy blood across it.
Bells rang out, mad noise erupting one peal after another without pause. Roars and shouts became an endless storm, playing beside Konrad Curze's ears.
He opened his eyes and sat up from the soft bed, the muscles in his cheeks twitching nervously.
+Death!+
The darkness screamed in his heart. It was no longer as calm as before, but roared inside him like a tsunami. Even the reefs he had built could not stop its impact; hundreds and thousands of thoughts easily broke through the defenses of his mind.
Night Haunter took a deep breath, then let it all out, steadying his emotions.
He raised his right hand and stroked his ribs, beginning to rub them carefully, even tapping them. His free left hand kept wiping over his damp forehead, repeatedly pushing up the hair soaked with sweat.
After a while, he left the bed and stood in the darkness in a loose robe, staring indifferently at a corner of the room.
"Tell me the truth," he commanded, his tone majestic, almost a proclamation.
And so the darkness surged in like a tide, wrapping him completely and carrying him deep into the Warp. For others, entering the Warp was a dangerous choice, but not for him.
He himself could be considered a creature of the Warp. Coming here was no different from going home.
He moved quickly among those dying stars. Mad scenes without any rules entered his eyes. The changes of Chaos had no logic, merely tormenting one another by their nature.
These ghosts and monsters praised one another's flesh in wild ecstasy, their screams sweeping across the terrifying