This faint, pale power blocked Slaanesh from sensing Yvraine's soul, but the power of an unawakened god did not trouble Slaanesh.
At the moment of her birth, she had nearly devoured all the Aeldari gods. One unawakened god of death was not enough to halt the erosion of her might.
A crack was pried open in the barrier protecting the soul, and Slaanesh slipped through it, reaching straight into Yvraine's sea of souls.
Gazing upon Yvraine's vibrant soul, Slaanesh restrained her appetite. She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and, by influencing Yvraine's soul, gave her a memory she would never forget.
An illusion enveloped Yvraine's soul and seeped deep within. From Yvraine's perspective, however, the situation had become immensely dangerous.
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw her soul-body flickering and falling apart. The surroundings filled with ever more indescribable Warp horrors. Daemons battered at the soul barrier formed by the power of the god of death, opening greedy mouths and using their scarlet, razor-sharp tongues to breach it inch by inch.
Yvraine looked at the daemons, her heart filled with nothing but fury and fighting spirit. The Cronesword bound to her soul appeared at her command. The Sword of Sorrows, Kha-vir, radiated surging power of the god of death, and every swing reduced enemies to ashes in the fires of death.
But there was one exception... Yvraine gritted her silver teeth, recalling how easily Lin Fan had extinguished the fires of death and severely damaged the Sword of Sorrows.
The flames flickering on the Sword of Sorrows were now less than a third of what they had once been, but Yvraine had no intention of surrendering to her desperate predicament.
She bore the great mission of freeing the god of death and the supreme glory