As he walked through the streets of the upper Hive City, Cornwall considered the task his master had given him. Uniting the mortal cults that worshipped his master was no easy feat. They were too far apart and distrusted one another.
Cornwall felt that even a lifetime of effort would not be enough to truly unite them. Establishing this power base in the Sector near Vigilus was already quite an achievement.
But lately... his master had stopped answering his prayers. His attention seemed to have shifted elsewhere, leaving Cornwall worried that his slow progress had angered his master.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky. The wound the Great Rift had torn through Realspace was clearly visible, its blood-red hue making it look as though Realspace itself was bleeding.
That blood seemed alive. After he watched it for a while, it coalesced into a daemonic face that grinned viciously at Cornwall.
Cornwall hurriedly lowered his head. As an apostle who pursued wisdom, he possessed a wealth of knowledge, and his understanding of the Warp surpassed that of most people. Naturally, he knew how terrifying the Great Rift was. On Vigilus, ordinary people were forbidden by law from looking up at the sky, because when you gazed into the abyss, the abyss gazed back at you.
"My master's power isn't absolute there, either. Perhaps some other power has kept him occupied, and that is why his revered self has temporarily forgotten me," Cornwall said, reassuring himself.
Just then, a familiar figure entered his field of vision.
"Pex?" Few things could surprise someone as worldly as Cornwall, but seeing a ghost who should have been dead certainly did.
Without giving it much thought, Cornwall went after him.
Hive Cities earned their name from their immensely complex, densely layered structures. This