After Sestian opened the barrier between the Warp and the material universe, countless daemons poured out of the Warp like a surging tide, bursting through the rift at incredible speed.
The daemons flew through the air, releasing piercing, mournful shrieks as though they wished to tear the entire world apart.
Every one of them had an illusory form, their bodies covered in countless bizarre tentacles and limbs. A single glance was enough to plunge one into endless madness and strip away all reason.
The moment these daemons emerged from the Warp, they fixed their greedy gazes on the thousand or so survivors within the governor's mansion.
Every one of these people possessed a will as steadfast as steel. Only then had they been able to remain calm within the terrifying illusion created by Sestian and avoid dying miserably within it.
All the daemons lunged at them in a mad scramble, afraid that falling even a step behind would cost them a suitable host.
"Watch out! The environment has changed again!" a man shouted, warning those around him.
Yet everyone present mistook it for nothing more than another illusion. They stared intently at the daemons before them, full of vigilance, but held no guard at all against the daemons rushing toward them.
In truth, even if they had recognized the danger and tried to respond, it likely would have been useless. There were simply too many daemons, flooding in from every direction like an unstoppable black torrent.
Moreover, none of them were psykers. They could not harm these illusory daemons in any way and could only watch helplessly as they drew closer and closer.
When the fastest-flying daemon shot toward a human like a bolt of black lightning, it plunged directly into his body without hesitation. At the same time, several