Blue-green energy poured down through an ingeniously designed opening in the dome, weaving into a magnificent waterfall. It split the glorious hall in two, held back only by smooth crystal walls veined with ash-gray patterns.
Yvraine and the Aeldari seer stood in the center of the hall, their psychic projections slightly offset from their bodies, like two people pressed tightly together.
As the being closest to Ynnead, the Death God, Yvraine wielded far more of the Death God's Power than the other followers of Ynnead's path. Moreover, Yvraine could sense Slaanesh's assistance and support within her own soul power.
"Oh~ Think about your darling~ Think about Guilliman's firm muscles~"
The voice and illusory images blossomed together within Yvraine's soul. This was neither the first nor the last time Slaanesh had done this.
Used to it, Yvraine ignored the Primarch's marble-sculpted perfect physique displayed before her. Clad in a light, flowing red robe, she focused solely on the ritual before her.
With a flick of her fingers, a staff silently appeared. As soul power continued to gather and thicken, the air became as viscous as water, and Yvraine's sleek hair swayed and drifted with its waves.
The pale, teardrop-shaped gem set upon Yvraine's forehead became her eye into the Warp. For the coming ritual, the most dangerous presence was the Emperor himself, dazzling as the sun.
The pale gem grew increasingly hot. Yvraine, who had kept her eyes shut all this time, finally found that flicker of furious flame. For an instant, she even thought it was one of Khorne's raging daemons.
After the rune flashed three times, Yvraine let out a soft breath and spoke in her lovely voice. "I found it. Once this rune flashes thirteen times, the incarnation of the Flame of Vengeance will descend here. When that