Bastard, Open Up-!!!

Lin En was doing the butterfly stroke through the void.

Great. Swimming butterfly in the Warhammer Universe was bad enough. Now I had to do it in an illusion too.

Thirty Days guaranteed that he wouldn't die within thirty days, but it couldn't get him out of this predicament.

His whole body lay sideways in the void as he swept both arms forward and swam.

Just paddling along.

It wasn't that he didn't care how he looked.

There simply wasn't any gravity here. There was no up, down, left, or right.

Nothing surrounded him in any direction. There was no sky above, no ground below, not even a place to put his feet.

At first, he had tried walking. Then he discovered floating took less effort.

After that, he found he could move by paddling a little while he floated.

In the end, he gave up and started swimming.

He had no idea which bastard had sent him into an illusion to do the butterfly stroke.

If word got out, even the Inquisition would make him a laughingstock.

He'd remember this.

...After swimming for ages, he had gotten nowhere.

He paddled for a long time, but the darkness around him never changed.

This place was probably an endlessly looping void with no end to find.

Dimensional Slash had too small a range to be of much use in this vast void.

He tried a couple of slashes. Silver lines shot out without making a sound.

Even space didn't exist here.

Lin En lowered his arms.

None of it worked.

If this damned place kept him here for thirty days, he'd be about ready to lose his mind by the time his Thirty Days ran out.

Lin En stopped paddling, closed his eyes, and thought of the sister, Iron Hammer, the