The voices of the strange-looking Mandrakes were shrill and peculiar.
"Aurelia Mallys, by Lord Vect's command, we convey his supreme will to you. Lord Vect wishes to see you."
Mallys snorted disdainfully.
"That coward. If he wants to see me, why doesn't he come himself? Does he really think I don't know about his idiotic schemes?"
"Tell that coward Asdrubael Vect that I know exactly what game he's playing. How does he have the gall to proclaim himself a living Dark Muse? Does he think no one knows he fled Commorragh last time?"
The Mandrakes exchanged glances.
These twisted-minded Aeldari xenos rarely showed surprise.
But what Mallys had spoken of was indeed a secret unknown to them.
When Evelyn had opened Khaine's Gate in Commorragh, allowing daemons to flood the city, Vect had fled almost immediately.
From a secret location, he had continued directing his Kabal of the Black Heart remotely, maintaining control over all of Commorragh.
Only after every daemon had been cleared out and Evelyn banished from Commorragh had he quietly slipped back into the city and reappeared in public.
Waiting for a report in the Great Hall of High Commorragh, Vect carefully calculated the time, then turned and stepped into a shadow.
His subordinates had yet to report on Mallys. Clearly, that madwoman had already guessed his plan. It was no longer safe to remain here. He had to leave immediately.
He had never underestimated the members of Mallys's Kabal of the Poisoned Tongue, who excelled at sowing discord.
His own subordinates might not be turned against him, but his Kabal of the Black Heart was far from the only powerful faction in the vast city of Commorragh.
The flesh cults and the Wych cult, the Cult of Strife, might not move against him directly, but