The vast Infinity Circuit was like a frozen world, cold and empty.
The Harlequin's expression soured. The circuit was far quieter than he had expected... If these were all the souls it held, the haul would be far too meager.
Fortunately, as the Harlequin searched, he found more souls hidden in the corners of the Infinity Circuit and sacrificed them one by one to the great God of Death.
Ulthwé Craftworld was an ancient craftworld with an enormous store of souls. This was the most important reason the Reaper Host had decided to destroy it.
As more and more souls were sacrificed, a soft chuckle sounded in the Harlequin's ear.
"Your new master has quite an appetite. Hehehe."
The voice startled the Harlequin so badly that he nearly let go, but at the same time, a force pressed down on his hand, making him continue his sacrifices.
"Hehe, don't worry, don't worry. I am the God of Theater and Joy. I enjoy seeing more interesting performances. Continue, continue. You're doing well. I'm very pleased."
Once he realized that the speaker was Cegorach, the Laughing God, the Harlequin dropped to his knees, one hand still pressed against the Infinity Circuit.
"Great god, I have not forsaken my faith in you. I still follow your tenets. I... I only did this for the future of the Aeldari. Awakening the God of Death is our people's only chance to defeat the Great Enemy."
The Harlequin knelt on the ground and spoke earnestly.
"Hehehe, of course. I believe you. You are following my tenets, aren't you? Now hurry with the sacrifices, then leave, or it will be too late."
The Harlequin felt a sudden surge of power pour into him, multiplying both his mental strength and his psychic power dozens of times over.
Knowing