The church was so quiet at night. Only the breeze stirred the flowers and grass outside, making them sway with a soft rustling sound.
With a crack of thunder, five silver-armored giants suddenly appeared in a flash of lightning.
They were a Grey Knights strike squad, the Imperium's strongest force against daemons.
The Grey Knights Inquisitor at their head used the auspex built into his armor and his psychic powers to observe the surroundings. He could not sense any Chaos corruption here.
There were no ambush forces or gun turrets either. How strange.
"Do not lower your guard. Remember our mission: capture that fiend who blasphemes against The Emperor."
"Yes!"
The Grey Knights quickly entered the church, remaining alert for possible enemies.
The less they saw, the more unnerved they became.
Such a situation generally pointed to two possible outcomes.
Either they were being overly suspicious, and nothing would happen.
Or everything they had experienced was an illusion, while the real trap had already been laid. Something far more terrifying was toying with them all in the palm of its hand, and they did not even know it.
The Grey Knights could only encounter the second possibility. The places where they fought were the Imperium's most dangerous and hopeless daemon warzones.
There were the planet's residents infected into cultists, Chaos Space Marines who had betrayed the Imperium, and supernatural fiends that had fused into every kind of material across the planet.
Perhaps the church would reveal its grotesque side the next moment. The floor might turn into a bloody maw that devoured them. The stained-glass windows might be filled with hateful eyes, and the burning candles might all have been molded from human flesh and fat.
The Inquisitor did not dare think further. The psychic bolts in his Storm Bolter