Kartefu froze for a moment.
Then a terrifying presence erupted behind them.
Like shadows in the darkness, it suddenly appeared at their backs.
A bone-chilling cold swept over their bodies, pierced through their armor, then touched their flesh and probed their souls like hands that were at once the gentlest, sweetest, deadliest, and cruelest.
Slaanesh!
Daemons of Slaanesh!
A chill rose from the soles of their feet, instantly turning the raiding party cold to the bone.
They whirled around.
And saw what they least wanted to see in their lives.
A group of living daemons of Slaanesh.
The daemons of Slaanesh slowly withdrew from their lewd coupling and fixed their gazes upon them.
The once magnificent palace of Slaanesh now looked like a bombed-out latrine.
A group of noisy, mutated human Space Marines were shouting, "For the Imperium!"
And Slaanesh's gaze had never been so cold or terrifying. It was as though that gaze lay in the deepest level of the six-tiered Palace of Pleasure, piercing through layer after layer of blissful halls as it stared directly into their souls.
Whoosh!
One!
Ten!
A hundred!
Massive numbers of Aeldari warriors were continuously being deployed into this Palace of Pleasure.
The warriors who had originally been invading Gamma World all froze when they realized where they were. Then, the terror of having their souls targeted made them feel as though they were witnessing the most dreadful thing they had ever known. Some Aeldari were so terrified that they fainted in despair.
If they had been on a Craftworld Aeldari vessel,
that place could at least temporarily protect their souls from being claimed by Slaanesh.
But here,
there were no spirit stones or ancestors to protect them.
Once they died,
they would truly be dead.
Right beneath Slaanesh's gaze, how could Slaanesh