The cruelty of the Unbound City defied imagination.
Bounty hunters lurked here in search of promising recruits. Sometimes, the most shameless and treacherous townsfolk were recruited by the Kabals. Countless secret negotiations took place here, and screams were the background music of the entire Unbound City.
Even Evan could not help remarking, "I thought the Drukhari were all rich bandits riding motorcycles. Turns out they have poor bandits, too."
We had no idea how food reached this place or how it was distributed, because nothing was produced here that they could trade for food.
"Contact the Transport Ship."
"Chapter Master, we seem to be too far away. Communications won't connect."
Evan pursed his lips. So the Webway just had to be this damn annoying.
"Then we fight our way back. Conserve ammunition... I really hate saying that."
Evan took the lead, charging toward the forest of towers.
While Evan was slacking off, all manner of bizarre creatures began pouring out of the opening into the Warp, and the Haemonculi underground began their counterattack.
The Drukhari's "non-psychic" teleportation devices were expensive, but the Haemonculi, among the wealthiest of their mad scientists, had equipped themselves with them in vast quantities.
Countless indescribable flesh constructs were teleported behind the Astartes.
The Haemonculi loved these experiments. Pain and torment were medicine to them, and surgical procedures that joined the flesh of different creatures gave them pleasure.
The Shadow Crow's soul-striking scream was combined with the Blade-winged Crow's steel-like feathers, turning it into an instrument of bloody slaughter.
A Drukhari Wrack had been fused with a Tyranid Warrior. The Aeldari's soul had suffered inhuman torment and been devoured by the hive mind, a sacrifice made to escape Slaanesh's control. Its mind was utterly deranged. Aeldari speed combined with the Tyranid Warrior's powerful physique had