The greater daemon was still putting on its performance with gusto, while Victor had already called the other Adeptus Custodes and Ina.
We did indeed want to form our own force of Sisters of Silence, but their numbers remained very small, even after Victor's arrival.
The light radiating from The Changeling illuminated the entire hall. The commissars instinctively sensed something wrong, but with their perceptions distorted by psyker power, they could not tell what it was.
They followed the regulations etched deep into their subconscious.
"This area is sealed. Only personnel with level-three clearance or higher may enter." Most of the commissars made the same decision, sealing off the entire history museum.
Ghostly flames shimmered on the Fire of Cutting as Victor advanced silently.
Within the brightly lit hall, darkness huddled together, using the last of its substance to conceal the Custodian's movements.
The black robe of the Eyes of the Emperor covered Victor completely.
The soul-crushing pressure bestowed by the Fire of Cutting ground against Victor's soul bit by bit. The Changeling was delivering an impassioned speech, pouring the will of the Lord of Change into the subconscious minds of these mortal elites.
The oppressive sensation brought by Ina's approach grew clearer. The "warm holy light of the Emperor" became distorted, scorching hot, as though it would burn all the mortals' skin to ash.
The Changeling shifted. The change was minute, but the Custodian noticed it immediately. Swift as lightning, Victor sprang out from behind the neck of Deika's statue.
Only then did the Bloodspawn Axe activate. Ghostfire from the Fire of Cutting had been fed into its promethium engine, and the chainaxe screamed furiously.
Vulkan's wrath burned. The ancient relic now shone with a different light, and the Bloodspawn Axe's machine spirit had fully awakened. The legacies of