He Panicked, He Panicked

A wolf ahead and a tiger behind, both closing in fast.

Lin En looked back and forth.

The Gaze behind them had caught up too. Of all of them, he had arrived first.

Lin En swore under his breath.

In the distance, the nauseating colors and twisted light churning through the Warp suddenly began to turn red.

Red surged in from every direction. The rolling colors became a rolling sea of blood, and under the distant crimson glow, enormous shapes began to emerge.

Eight spires.

Or eight pillars?

Or eight giant swords thrusting straight from the ground into the sky?

Those eight structures were too vast for words. Each stretched from earth to heaven, lava flowing across its surface.

The outlines of the eight spires flickered deep in the red, growing a little clearer with every blink.

...A certain notorious cripple of the Warp. Half-paralyzed, just like Yellow Pelt.

At the center of the spires stood a brass throne.

Shit, Cripple had come in person!!!!

Without another word, Lin En turned to the Third Company Captain. Purification! Purification! Purification!!!

The last thing he needed was to turn around and find horns growing out of the captain's head.

The fanged maw that had mutated from the Chaos battleship's ram loomed closer and closer, ready to swallow them whole.

Up close, these looked like Grandfather's troops. The ship might even belong to the Death Guard.

No wonder they dared to snatch prey right from under Cripple's nose.

Lin En's mind raced.

Think, think, think! What else can I do?

He forced his gaze away from the red and focused on what he could do right now.

Panic was useless. Panic left his mind spinning its wheels, and breaking down would only destroy his own defenses.

The only thing he could think of