Hagrid shouted as he stomped the tentacles wrapping around him into pulp, but Ur had no mind to spare for him. All his attention was fixed on the clash about to unfold.
"Kill it! Shut that disgusting mouth!"
"Shut up?"
The Slaanesh daemon giggled with a wet laugh, even as the Weirdboyz charged forward and hacked off its last newborn tendril.
"Something this delicious cannot simply be shared. It must be earned."
Once again, Ur caught a faint scent of crushed leaves in the air, but it was a pure scent, neither sickly nor sweet.
A gust of wind struck his face, carrying the roar of a beast.
"Go back."
The daemon suddenly spoke.
Instinctively, Ur realized he was backing up the slope.
"You want certain truths."
The daemon shrieked, as though his retreat hurt it more than the Weirdboyz' long staffs.
"Then have them, but do not say I did not warn you."
Suddenly, the rumbling in Ur's helmet became distinct, though he had never realized he was standing amid a massive earthquake.
"Boss! I fink this place is gonna collapse..."
The other boyz also noticed something was wrong. The surrounding walls began to peel away, chunks continually falling from the ceiling. Their senses, dulled by the fragrance before, gradually returned, and they realized something enormous was approaching.
Ur looked up, horrified.
The mirrors and eyeholes around the garden were still shifting. Dozens had now become shattered glass, but amid the random chaos of those views, he saw a darkness, which at first he mistook for an image of darkness.
But on further thought, that made no sense.
They were fighting for their lives. In such slaughter, no space should have been so dark or so pure.
He understood what he was looking at.
It was an image from